I see you there,

Perfectly poised,

An elegance never hesitating to prevail.

 

Slowly breathing,

I move my hands over the round cages that drag me

Rolling like a clown in your presence,

My hands push me forward.

 

I stumble, not that I even can,

I tremble in my chair as you dive down deep into the waters,

I see you, you don’t see me,

I’m too small of a being to even be noticed

 

Look at me!

But no. Of course it’s not meant to be,

Amidst the rain pouring down, you listen to me cry

As you take flight so beautifully,

 

I sigh.

It’s fickle, yet beautiful at the same time.

Yet still I scowl, I know my movements are no match for yours,

You walk in a way, so fierce, so bold.

 

I’m simply tired, getting old in this chair of mine,

Which I roll in every day,

A mindless existence but when I see you I still pray,

To walk beside you one day

as the tide washes over my feet

and a satin white creature

crawls onto the bay.

as I hear the croaks and the groans,

I look up to see

To see eight swans in the sea.

Then I hear in my head, ‘hey you, you want to play with me?’

and my disbelief goes away

quicker than my chance to play 

And I finally feel free. 

Yet there’s a voice in my head,

telling me to tread

ever so lightly 

On the salty sea sand shore.

And out of the blue there comes,

my ‘friends’ who made me feel so numb,

And were the sole reason I had to succumb

To my undoubtable fears.

And to see eight swans in the sea,

all together yet free,

just how I used to be, 

Breaks my heart and my love

And then I start to cry,

and my salty stinging tear drops get lost

On the salty sea sand shore.

Bright.

Light.

As the feathers that they hide themselves in.

I was a mere phantom , dead to the world,

Then I saw them,

And my world changed.

I stumbled, like a newly born bird

Toward the ring of serene beauty,

My eyes skimmed over the mighty mass of feathers, beaks, webbed feet,

As they do over water,

Suddenly 

I made eye contact with them,

And my world changed.

It was

Enlightening.

Emotive.

Exhilarating.

At first glance, they seemed celestial, with no worries.

Lies. Swans are celestial, yes, but 

so humane as well.

Behind the mask of perfection,

They conceal their true soul.

That is only released through anger

They live in partnership 

They are one together 

They are the only ones they trust.

I saw this in their eyes, and they took off,

As if they could sense an intruder in their plan.

I looked up, my own eyes opened.

I was a lost cause 

Until now.

My cold heart started to melt.

They were like me.

If they could love so could I.

If they could trust so could I.

I left that place with a lightness that could have only come from within.

I should be like them, I should care.

So I did.

I changed.

They changed me. 

Swans.