BLACK ICON

I saw a swan,
Like a black icon sailing in a vacant sky.
I saw a cloud,
Born out of the void, floating like a silent cry.
Flying both in the same blue sphere,
Seeming close, never wholly near.
In such a way they shared the endless sky
Which both were crossing in their flight.
Without delay they went into the night,
The swan in black, the cloud in white.

Flying both in the same blue sphere,
Seeming close, never wholly near.
I saw the moon,
Like a silver tune played
by the black swan's tender wings.

At a new day's dawn there was still the swan,
The cloud had faded away.
The black swan flew on unwaveringly,
The sky turned strangely grey.

Flying footloose and fancy free,
Wrapped in thoughtful melancholy.
I saw a swan,
Like a black icon sailing in a vacant sky.

© by Bernd F. Gruschwitz u. Ingo Höricht

Aus dem Album "Numéro Zero" von Mellow Melange