a swan, some say it is what guides you through your dreams,
it glides through out your mind in your own imaginary state stopping along the way indulging itself in each thought
every breath it takes though leaving you able to breath
it warms your touch though leaving you unable to move
it craves passion
and beauty is its bliss
a word could not describe it,
though many pages through the eyes of those like my self have tried to express it
this swan, that i have dwelling in my thoughts, it holds a rose in its mouth
freshly picked
it smells like satin to the skin
its beauty is shattering as if the light from heaven is reflected off of each brittle pedal
what may show the true beauty and pure essence but that of a rose
as Shakespeare wrote, “a rose with any other name would smell as sweet”
but isn’t this tragedy of these lovers that of a rose?
the love, is their love and passion not but the beauty of the rose?
the poison, is this not but the blinding beauty that leaves our dear romeo but breathless?
the crimson, is this not but the blood shed through out not only our story, but our life?
the thorn, is this not the dagger, that our beloved Juliet ends her existence with?
and the wilting of the rose, could this be the kiss that is end of our story? though the beauty and life may be gone it
shows more, even through death it leaves a peace that can break a feud held by two families
with a grudge that has went for so long it is known as ancient.
and still shows hope for so much more,
for many more roses are sure to grow, sharing the same beauty and essence as its kin.
our swan seems to not only fly through each dream,
each thought we hold and every secret we may hide and
may never share with the world, but it also lands, as if but to stay for a while
only in certain memories
those that seem so unimportant,
but not letting us forget,
showing us slowly,
these small seeming so insignificant times in our lives,
who we truly are.
not letting you forget,
if a only in a dream.
this swan, it seems to me that each persons swan,
just may the shadow of their soul,
maybe few see it as a swan,
maybe some as a dove,
or a crow,
or to some nothing at all
because in reality it may just be the work of these chemicals in our head,
but reality itself, just may be that as the dawn of morning
waking you, hiding from you your true self,
but if you can, live as though your swan
it is gliding around your world at all times.
showing you the little things, who you truly are
and what you will come to be.
remember its passion, remember its beauty
because remember it is not reality living through your soul,
remember that of the rose, or what ever your swan may hold
could this be who you truly are
so i ask you if only to try it
because who we are in our dreams
seeing what we see, knowing what we know
is this who we are truly meant to be?