Swan

One of the poems I’ve done I entered in a competition. I called it Swan. It’s about a swan that comes down to the water at night, then goes away with the moon in the day.

As the swan sails over the moonlit lake
she creates a landscape of white
with her beauty behold she has nothing to take
and she lifts her head in proud grace
but dawn is coming and she must fly
far away beside the moon
in the moonlit river off the sky
tomorrow midnight she may come again
and sail along in the ripples
but until then, we must wait
for the swan to come again