Hour <br /> <br />upon hour <br /> <br />upon hour.... <br /> <br />...he 'talked' to his own reflection <br />in the boat black. <br /> <br />Is he looking <br />for his mate? <br />Is it too late <br />to do this? <br />Does he miss <br />his swan lady? <br />Has she died? <br />Or got lost <br />along the way? <br />Has she gone <br />astray? <br /> <br />He's adamant <br />that the reflection <br />is HER. <br /> <br />Doesn't he know <br />she's not really there? <br /> <br />Sadly not. <br /> <br />So he'll keep sailing <br />with wings aloft, <br />hoping she'll cross <br />that barrier. <br /> <br />She's not there.... <br /> <br />Sadly. <br /> <br /> <br />(Swans pair for life)<br /><br />Francesca Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sadness-of-a-swan/
