Life
beneath the mist
In pure
mornings he appears
A slender
neck gracefully bends
Dewdrops
fall as translucid spears
Caressing
its feathers, softly
As it
crosses the water, silently.
A prince in
solitude
Walking
along with time, serene
The lake is
a world of reflection
Leaves fall
in the peaceful scene
The lonely
swan leaves the shore
And
prepares to swim once more.
Nature is
magic and music
The wind
and the rain are melody
And the
swan is silent art
Its
graceful beauty is poetry
Conquering
the Earth and the Skies
It brings
tears to my eyes.
An invisible
violin plays
A flute
fills the air with sorrow
While the
swan peacefully moves
As if there
was always a tomorrow
Lonely he
is in waters of solitude
Facing the
days as an interlude.
Beautiful
white swan
Untouched
by the hands of mankind
You dance
in circles trough the lake
Your silent
weep echoes in my mind
Sad sonata
in a silent tone
Telling me that you will die alone.