beautiful upon the waters, unerringly the swans still go
how I wish that in my real life
their serenity I might know
light may fade and still they linger
their own light to glide upon
perfectly aligned and tender
striving not and yet they find.
I in fretful dreams must worry
sometimes till the breaking dawn
in the frameless world to scurry
always feeling something's wrong
gliding through the turmoil vast
far from us they last and last
while in daylight we are fleeting.
time outlasts us all my friend
all have known this at the end
still I long to be like them
birds of dream still dreaming when
nothing dreams through all the glens.
mary angela douglas 22 july 2023
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