November 18, 2018

Any Day Now

If you cannot meet me halfway 
Meet me by the swans 
Where our seasons together 
Played on the water 
From September to September light
In the depths a glimpse
Of the life we could not make
And the bodies of four grey cygnets 
Grown with us
Their feathers nearly white 
Paint their solace of taking flight 
Any day now

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