Ah those black swans <br />they convey <br />from within their deepest soul <br />a longing, a desire <br />floating by all through the sky <br />to all heaven's tongues <br />bursting out volcanic songs <br />meeting in delightful firmament <br />falling back into the sea <br />plunging like a canopy <br />or a dance parade <br />just made to mate <br />hear the trumpeters are near <br />our lips are open and our eyes <br />are roaming trough <br />the air. <br /> <br />Madrason 01-05-2014 <br />****************<br /><br />Madrason writer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eruptions-2/
