Vision Of A Swan by Richard Davis
From a dark threatening sky
a white swan descends,
wings outspread, hovering
just above my head. So
enormous in size
he fills my field
of vision.
Common dreams
come and go,
vanish like the mist
of a summer morning,
but what am I
to make of this,
bad omen,
or the path
to bliss,
this bird of myth
and legend who
will not disappear
but so stubbornly
persists in memory
and imagination?
09/04/2011 Author's Note:
Posted on 09/04/2011 Copyright © 2024 Richard Davis
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