Once my mom told me a story
About a swan singing a song…
She says the swan knew death was coming
And before it happens…
It wanted all birds around listen
A beautiful Love song to sparkle the lake
She told me the swan was enchanted
Because never ever a swan sang a song
As a girl I was listening attentively
Without understanding
The story at all
She continued… and I was delighted
To hear the end of my mom’s tale
But instead, I saw her eyes closing
… As she whispered
A song… I will never forget
Later on I discover the story
Was not even true, was only a fairy- tale
But I keep in my heart her anecdote
As I believe truth… everything she said
As I remember her
In a Love song … through sparkles
As the Swan in the lake…
I see them dancing
Across the Milky Way
I see them singing
In the sky mid-day
Theirs is a song
Made for lovers
Hearts rejoicing
Beating as one
They are floating
To the rhythm
Of the music
As if they were still young
Touching, reflecting
Back to ones
They loved
From a constellation
High above,
Today still in love
And they're still relating
To us from above
As they sail
The heavenly sky
They send a message
That there are no goodbyes
I view their touching
Movements
The universe
Their dance floor
The clouds gather
To applause once more
Clapping floating
Singing from the sky
(This is dedication to my parents M.K. and Marie Morgan, who when they were young loved
to dance. I got the idea when listening to John Denver singing the song "A Song For All
Lovers". My father has been dead for 13 years and mother who has been dead for ll years.
They both lived to be almost 97 years old. They adopted me when I was 19 months and
they were 47 and 45 years old. I had trouble with the flow some words included are sent to
me from James Frazer.)