I climbed the lonely hill tonight
Hoping to glimpse the lighthouse flash
Across the dusk-enveloped headland

Swans appeared
Five swans on the wing
Flying low across the fields before me
Ghostly shades of what love could be
Their honking broke the stillness

I thought of you
Six hundred miles away in the Fens
Wondering if I should call you Felicity
And if the swans were sent from your heart

So that I might climb upon one
Fly through the night
Dream whilst awake.