It makes no sense
No rhyme or reason
But as I pass the lake
In the milder seasons
I slow my ride
And scan the horizon
With hopes and prayers
That I might find them
A pair of swans
A him and her
They dip and dive
And seem to glide
Just above the water
But never far
One from the other
Each year for a decade
the pair I have spied
And two years
Since I lost my bride
But somehow
seeing them together
Always gives me solace
It makes no sense
No rhyme or reason
But as I pass the lake
In the milder seasons
I slow my ride
And scan the horizon
With hopes and prayers
That I might find them
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Thanks for this verse of harmony and warmth that resides in our innerworld yet so often is demonstrated in the natural world. The couplings of the swans is a familiar melody caught in the heart.
Beautifully written! May your memories continue in your heart and your poetry:)
Powerful, your prose amazingly transmits the love you had and lost and shares with all of us here the emotions you feel, amazing!