Swan Song

The swan silently
Crossed the river
No reflection, no ripple
In her wake
Lit by a moving sunbeam
She crossed the water
Just, for my sake

I sat down aboard her back
As her head turned to me
And she looked deeply into my eyes, asking
Are you really, really, ready
I nodded, as tears rained, from my face
To join countless others in their river

The swan started swimming,
And slowly singing
The most beautiful music
I had ever heard in my life
And then the swan
Suddenly changed, from black,
Into a dazzling white
And I stopped crying, and started smiling
As together, we crossed over
Into the most brilliant of light

Michael Ashby

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