The Swan.
So I finally took the step of setting this little space up ...yet I haven’t managed to take the time to begin
using it. I did promise it would be random,
and so it is.
It’s a bit of a reflection of life in that way.
Life seems consistently random... relying
on change, while change relies on time and
time is infinitely escaping.
The irony is that time is ever present.
It’s not every day that I’m driven to write.
The irony is that time is ever present.
It’s not every day that I’m driven to write.
In fact throughout my life it’s often been
the hardest emotions that I can somehow
break through in this medium.
There is certainly words swimming around
right now that, if the moment comes, will indeed
release me. But until then...I think today will be
celebratory....its nice to start this out with a blessing.Written for Idil & Dan, On their Wedding Day.
April 29th (just over a week ago now).
Out of the dark forest
glides the swan.
Who is this Turkish maiden
Who rides aloft?
She is Beautiful. She is strong.
She carries you.
You are the music
That carries the dawn
Touching her fingertips
With the light of
Eternal Promise.
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