Anthology of dreams (drownedinwords) wrote, @ 2006-02-19 16:52:00

Swans

I saw a flight of swans
As I was coming home
Along the rails.

I guess it's sort of odd
To call it home,
When all it holds is rented,

But the smiles I've found
Between those seven hills
Are how I rest now.

They covered my face with their shadows;
So elegant, long-necked and pure.
They passed behind us quickly.

The sky is grey, it is still winter.
But for a moment we held white
Within our eyes.

They are royal. Anyone will tell you.
A clump of dirty feathers
Now enthroned.

Pure potential driven skyward.
And I race home
To a gallon of speculation,

Paper and flesh
And fleeting moments of pride;
Where I'm pinned to the ground,

Shifting the words on another
Begging lie,
Staring at white wings outside my window.