Swan Song

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When it’s enough
to say that I love you
within the appendages of my heart,
we are just as fine and fragile,
but it is within this is grace,
that our union becomes
unfolding and settling,
as if a swansea song.

The days we spend together, gentle and so sweet… I can hear your voice throughout the day even when your at work; like a whisper amongst the trees. The days are an awaking so vivid and real and I am lost in the grip of your touch.

Watching you this morning brave but with a wound and with your hands clutched. Moving like thunder, my man of steel with weapons high in the air. They will praise your obsolete avaunt while you take none to spare; you make no enemies and take no prisoners As you they lay their body bare.

At the behest of the robed one, your intellect will chop them into pieces, while my heart rages over your creative side. And then it was done, it’s like a sprinkling rain. Free to roam the forest within your mind; a with a walk of nobility like cap and gown and scroll.

I clutch these moments, watching you grow, evolving creating innovation making people want to learn… It’s more than that; I believe in you and it’s the way you inspire, building dreams for someone’s future; hold their whole world in your very hands.

15 thoughts on “Swan Song

  1. “When it’s enough
    to say that I love you
    within the appendages of my heart,
    we are just as fine and fragile,
    but it is within this is grace,
    that our union becomes
    unfolding and settling,
    as if a swansea song.”
    Beautiful words and thoughts. A amazing poem dear friend.

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