The Longing of Swan Lake.

How still the moon?
Soon I shall see its full reflection,
Shining in the deep blue pools,
Of my dear mother’s tears,
that I do glide,
so aimlessly upon.

Til then, I softly swim,
Cocooned in white feathered beauty,
Singing the sweetest of songs
Yet, but a voice unheard.

The sorcerer has cast an evil spell on me,
Kidnapped my human form,
from morn to midnight.
It is only then,
I am set free,
to seek my love for all eternity.

When day does break,
I drift again, a gilded swan.
Wondering where,
my life has gone?

One day my Prince will come.
He shall rescue me from such suspended grace.
Celebrate his love aloud for his enchanted Princess.
Make me his bride!
Stay by my side.
Banish this evil magic that beholds me.

For now, I count each shooting star.
Every evening birdsong.
Feel the descending chill of nightfall with joy.
I wait you see, in anticipation.
I wait for the glory of a full moon,
And it’s short, sweet releaseā€¦

A. M. Young (Please respect Copyright) :)

The Longing of Swan Lake.

bared

Devon, United Kingdom

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Odette’s pain from Swan Lake

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