The Swan Season

You see the feathers how in loves season,
they float away to unknown shores,
in pairs or lonely from exhausted passion,
extinguished flames in lakes so placid,
how you yearn and so does she,
your lovely swan companion true,
to have your feathers but drift together,
away and further on the delicate water.
Hope shall find you, O lonely bird!
and so shall love when the time is due,
in waters icy, and frozen nests,
warm embraces, and her soft caress,
for she is the one, the only one,
and how can two hearts be so wrong?
look upon the misty gardens,
where upon swim your fellow swans,
no one is as broken as her,
and neither is one beautiful as She,
not a time as fruitful as this,
not a season as wondrous as now,
shall come again to the icy garden,
where love, fire and life can sleep.

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21 thoughts on “The Swan Season

  1. “Hope shall find you, O lonely bird!
    and so shall love when the time is due” – lines that should defenatly resonate within us when we feel lonely and start angrily searching for love, while she is allready with us, we just haven’t seen her yet. Wonderfull poem!

  2. as a young poet this is something to look up to. so graciously put, like a melody of the soul.
    thanks for passing by my blog by the way.

  3. I had all these thoughts on what I could tell you I thought about this wonderful and colorfully awesome poem but when I read what jdeangelis79 wrote on May 3, all I can say is ditto! You did it again my gracious friend Osama! Thanks so much for sharing such a blessed gift! What a joy to read and what awesome anticipation for the next!
    Again, God bless you so very much, keep it up!
    Pastor Roland

    1. Thank you so much Sir, true grace is in acknowledgement more than creation, and for that, it is you, the readers who are truly gracious. Thank you, I will try my hardest to live up to your expectations.
      Regards,
      Osama

  4. Osama, this is such a lovely tribute to both the lovely swan and love itself. Trumpeter swans overwinter in our local fields and have recently left until fall. I miss them.

    Blessings ~ Wendy

    1. Thank you Wendy, and that is in fact the meaning of this poem, that love shall come at its time, not a moment before or after. P.S: winter is a long wait away, I hope your not counting the days 😀
      Regards

  5. What a lovely poem — I really like the lines: “how you yearn and so does she,
    your lovely swan companion true, to have your feathers but drift together,
    away and further on the delicate water.” Thank you so much for sharing and thank you very much for checking out and following Travel Oops! Cheers.

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