the swan song
she sits by my feet in the shallows
as the river traces m y toes
as we watch the doorway
she asks for a song,
i say but of course
and so we wait.
one story meets with another and another
until the sky turns that ink well blue
and a song emerges
as if its always been there,
dressed a swan.
my breath escapes me
and when it returns
the skies light sings back to me
the tender touch
of the swans song.