
At mid lake.
the morning mist
shapeless at first
gently transforming
a shadow against the morning sun
A Swan gracefully circles
Creating gentle waves
To my amazement out the remaining mist
A companion, the sun slowly rises
As they gently greet, a caress.
A dance, circling one another.
Slow, romantic, an ache for more.
A timeless feel, yet the sun still rises.
As they head off in the distance.
only remaining the trailing gentle waves.
This Poem was Written in Dedications to: French Composer Camille Saint Saens for his composition "The Swan" From "Carnival Of Animals" you can listen to this composition here at the bottom of the page its a Windows Media Plugin
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Wednesday, April 29, 2009
The Swan! September 11/08
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