Floating through broken ice So pure and glowing white You came to visit me Although it was night Bringing your light Silent within the whispers Of your shimmering soul Slowly gliding Forever guiding Quiet as the stillness Your apparition appeared Standing before me Bright shining glory As fast as you touched me Gracefully you left But the memory of you Will always remain Deep rooted within me Although cold was the river The warmth still glows Oh winter angel of the night Comeback one day For together we will take flight
Copy Written Paolo Gronow 2015
A poem I wrote whilst I sat by a lake here in Norway it was night when the white Swan cane to me .