Hour

upon hour

upon hour....

...he 'talked' to his own reflection
in the boat black.

Is he looking
for his mate?
Is it too late
to do this?
Does he miss
his swan lady?
Has she died?
Or got lost
along the way?
Has she gone
astray?

He's adamant
that the reflection
is HER.

Doesn't he know
she's not really there?

Sadly not.

So he'll keep sailing
with wings aloft,
hoping she'll cross
that barrier.

She's not there....

Sadly.


(Swans pair for life)

Francesca Johnson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sadness-of-a-swan/