Tuesday, 9 September 2014

Swan in Moonlight

Birthed of the roaring golden womb,
Alighting on the moon's cool seas
And a swift silent leap to pour
Upon the river close to me.

The swan swam and looked to know
The pearl white light in which she moved and ruled
To me she seemed to be that light embodied 
Winged and white,
Leaving flakes to shimmer on the river
As she passed quietly through.

She was a herald,a mystic sign.

As I looked upon her I saw another river,
All of life cold and dark
With friendship,light embodied,swimming through defiant.
                                                           Wilf 09/2014

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