The Dying Swan

She glides across
the ripples
swaying with the
water’s dance
watching other
creatures
prance
but she

takes no part
in play.

A single thought rules
this beauty queen.
As day after day her
aquatic grace is
seen by eyes that
can only guess at
her sorrow.

She waits and waits
for her mate in soul
to join her on the
pretty lake.

But….

She doesn’t know she
waits in vain
for her mate will
forever lay
elsewhere.
….Slain.

Echoes of despair fill
the air as she
calls out against the
injustice of unexpected
separation.

Hearts sigh as they
hear her plantiff cries
carried upon the wings
of a butterfly into
the silent expanse
of nothingness.

As each day dawns
sadness of lost love
breaks her heart

And…

She too dies that
little bit
more.

~*~

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 Beautiful creatures.

Shared with dVerse Poets Poetics: The Beautiful Sadness

Soulmates

On hands and knees
to hide,
to blend into the scene
she becomes the quiet brave.

It took a forceful cunning
using tricks to save him
from the flames and then
yes, her master’s
dinner plate.

She didn’t understand how
it possibly could be
but she knew this dove was her
twinned soul
and even though she herself
was slave
she needed him to be free.

With energy borne of cosmic love
her heart skipped as they
exchange one last glance
to last for eternity.
One last shared thought
and with dramatic flair
one last push of will
and, wished kiss upon a breath of air

His flexible wings opened wide to take
in her breath and carry him up
to clouds on high.

The sweet release of letting go
will leave her richer for scars
she’ll later wear as the price
for setting him free.

~*~

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This is all fantasy based on the picture. I’ve written for this pic before but, it’s always intrigued me as to why she would be so dirty, on her hands and knees and blowing him a kiss as she sets it free. Why would she go to those length?
So, I came up with the thought of them being soul mates.  Who knows. Stranger things have happened.

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