The Love of a Swan

Gracefully, like a ballerina through air, Her lines were the swan that flew Up over the clouds of all of the day, Then, leaving the sky, soaring through Down to the lake of faultless, of flat, Gliding to the clear crystal of sheer, Her wings opened wide embracing the love, Reflecting the mirror now near To her lines of a tender, passion of love, She floated to the one she adored, And they both leant in and kissed in the moment, Both creating the love moving forward Into the night, the dark blackened night Into the deep dark place to be wild, She was the swan, the beautiful swan, The swan that delivered his child.