The afternoon has warmed its beams
And wakened spring from all its dreams
This current is our merry bed
We watch the swans fly overhead
A canopy of feathered white
Encompass us in magic flight
We set a sail for western skies
We watch the dusk around us rise
The feathers turn to falling stars
We are alone and night is ours
The river floats into the moon
Magic births and love will soon
~lg
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