Swan

1

When mine ears spring the

fine hairs I searched for in nether

regions as a boy,

When the gait is haunched and

double clowned and clothes

be further torn,

when murder becomes

the complacency you feared when

twenty four, and boredom

rocks the soil,

will you say;

in times when drugs are neither

here nor there, and alcohol,

no longer restrains the pain

will you say;

I believe in you?

Will love still proclaim your faith

whilst heaving to and fro?

2

Will you still accept the rose

I give, or; like the scabs upon my lips

the rose be found flaking on the floor,

a floor to darken soles of feet,

in a house tired upon its creaking,

or weeping, like the sap of

ancient trees the walls the council

never coursed;

Will you let it fall?

Will it fall my dear,

My love,

My sweet, will you let it go -

quicker than your dreams I

slowly swept,

kept hidden

in the only tidy place,

beside where the dustpan slept.

3

Will the words;

I love you, be uttered truthfully

again, or will the eyes droop

in shameful recognition,

the mistake took twenty-seven

years to make?

Or will,

will the future bless a fragment

of eternity together, with a little

love success?

(Bless me with

those words my dear! Sing a song

to keep the romance near, and say

those words again).

4

Will our castle set in

ancient woods, boast a family

with children, will the children

play their games without

the fear of safety nets,

or will society be there like

hyenas paws, keen with

ability to pounce.

Will our blood be clean,

no longer shed in wars from disbelieving

accusation, will peace at last be just,

and honoured thus, and only

once afforded?

5

Will, like the rise and fall

of moons and suns;

there be a new day every day?

Each day upon crystal

dew in summertime, a time

of twilights we admire,

Each satellite of golden hours -

holding hands like

sovereign towers of strength;

each memory, a smile of decadence.

6

Worlds conquer!

Zulu Nations and Britannia

have never always courted favour,

But if my heart that's full,

from touch and sensual nature;

the woman that you are, and

our love be a battery of neon;

Then this light shall never fade,

never take the ambience within

we bathe.

I, You,

Our children too,

We will not know till there,

But if strength of bond

we made, holds each and every

day till then, this bond

of love reflected in each others

universal eyes, will carry

through these smiles,

will take us through till death.

And though performers sing

'Que Sera Sera,'

I will never bid you my

wife,

A last goodbye.

Michael J Waite 30^th April 2009 0141hrs.