it seemed as if over night
she had turned into a swan
he, who was holding her tight
was holding her at dawn
every night
tight so she would not fall apart
her feathers covered in silence
every night
loose so she could breathe from her heart
in her sleep she felt his presence
with each dusk that followed the dawn
he who had already turned himself into a swan
was able to see what was yet to be seen
who she is, will be and has been
farewell he said and one more embrace
chest to chest and face to face
the stains of his absence were washed in her tears
the door shut and gone were her fears
her walk was sublime
was it her or was it time?
my love!look who i am! she wanted to cry
but her words failed to describe
and her voice turned shy
and with the heavy weight of his embrace
she learned to fly
