I am a transformative swan of deep ebony, silk feathers
I sing with gentle muses on Apollo’s mystified notes
In many a dream, I dance with graceful wings on eventides of love’s enduring purity
My inky, starless hues are a vast and shimmering darkness, like rayless tree shadows sleeping on shining lakes of moonbeam
In a suffering, aphotic morose, my feathers have furled a heavy duvet—still, in faith my wretchedness turns into a gift, like wishing star dust at night’s slumber
I am fairytale love expanding from silvery slivers of enchanting ripples
I am a poet’s sacred totem
I walk with elegance—my feet in harmony with cosmic waters
I am a sable joy, a black swan beauty, beckoning those who dream of me to take flight into their waking visions