Like the wings of a white Swan...

A white swan flies
from the weaved thick mist of possibilities
and looks with peaceful, grey pearl-eyes
outwards the fields of Choices.
Slides over the thoughts' silent lakes
followed by a glittering dust
of its own elegance.
Dips its wings of Feelings
in the water's deep dreams
before it slides with heavy sorrow-wings
to the vaults of heaven's joyful blue embrace,
while turning the spirit's pearleyes
against the horizon
of a soul.--

1997 © Ingvild Gregersen

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