08-06-2007, 08:13 PM
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Swan Song~

~SWAN SONG~
Dusk above the water
shades the night in gray
shadows as dragonflies
shine their light loud
upon lake of ripples rush
and a sacred Cygnus
in genteel gesture appears in
the dark air taking
shape in moonlit blue silhouette.
This bird, this hour
as beauties mirror, steals the
night under her wing and
drifts down the darkened rivers
throat as shades of winter
color her a whiter
shade of white and she
sings her swan song as if
night never surrendered to dawn.
© March 23, 2006 Karen Davies
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Nightlife calls me.
Through her I am free.
It's the only way to be,
all caught up in a mystery!
Born with full moon fever,
I can make you a believer!
For I am the moonchild,
truly born to be wild!
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