They say that swans mate for life.
When one dies the other never recovers.
In uncertain deep waters,
I think of you.
Of your gleaming white feathers
and serendipity smile.
Of all the choices,
Of all the options,
Of all the failures
I found triumph,
I found victory,
I found you.
Drifting along,
waiting for the sunrise to come set dark waters on fire.
Blossoming burgundy waves put to rest,
apricot reflections calm at last.
Year after year, day after day-
An unquenchable thirst
for swallowing rough waters with you.
Winding canals made straight, infinite oceans made shallow, short ponds given height-
These are the moments I’ll give to you
To share with you
To love with you
To miss without you
As two swans mating for life.