the river has no voice.
blue sky no heart.
the swan trumpeting
in the black of night. my soul
longs to be far out
lost in the vastness of ocean.
nothing but rolling waves, grey dark sea.
(no mercy
from the swan's sad song.)
I want to vanish in a cabin in the woods
away from people
and caught on the dock at the lake
in the pouring rain,
i beg the rain,
she's crying
to me
to come to her.
heart of rain,
black phantom born of sorrow, wings whirr,
vanishing into the hush of night,
wings grow distant in flight.
the black swan a ghost light flickering.
she is the echo of every sad goodbye.