One day, at the shore of a lake,
where only dreams can dream someone to take
a swan came by my side
to conversate.
She was so close, her elegance could read
my love for it.
She was so keen to speak…
I asked her how she’s been
and how it feels to float
in loneliness, in doubt,
in love, in happiness,
in dare, or in regress.
She turned her gaze upon the pond
and trusted me to understand her word.
There is no loneliness my lake cannot caress
there is no doubt a pond cannot suppress
there is no wave that hasn’t met regress…
and if there is, like static waves,
is to behold my floating
or hold on to my dreams
is to learn to forgive
or to mischievously, yet unintentionally,
to dare to love, to long for, or impress
for happiness.