Swan, sleeping Neath twilights echoed sun hues
Poised innocently on the crest of shore
In dreams fused with sounds of songbirds fading.
Distant winds rush to steal eves last lost cloud
Whilst on the horizon stands sanguine moon
Softening the delusions of night views.
As ebony wings fan over earths floor
Silent hour phantoms arise, wading
Through the creeping vapors swiftly to enshroud
Their voiceless hopes, that change will seek them soon.
Calmly the world leans, waking flowers call
The young beams to warm their faces
And the swan unfolds wide wings to enthrall
Everything that encounters its graces.

serfinski