The Swan 07/31/09

[Randy]

The Swan



Before you, I was nothing. Absolute zero.
A speck of dust under someone's shoe at best.
Emptiness wandering deluded in a world of form.
A shadow, taunted and shamed by the light.

Holding you now, being caressed by your eyes and arms-
The never ending bad dream I was dying in,
has become a faint blur only. Incomplete ugly sentences
I try to recall, yet am thankful I can't.

You are, you are life. Beyond expectation or conception of mind.
After eons, I am finially me, and all because of you...
Oh how I laugh when you say you did nothing,
and I change your words to "There's nothing you didn't do".

You are humility and tenderness; That of a swan.
Gliding through a pond without disturbing the water's calm.
Yet instantly, you also become the firiest of passions,
and I blissfully numb, jump into the flames.

The world ended last night and Heaven collapsed.
I heard the neighbors screaming this outside. (I think).
But wrapped in your ecstasy laided embrace,
so easily, such trivial things are ignored or irrelevant.








Randy L. Turner
copyright 2009