See those Swans at the window?
They’re stuck in Ice cold waters,
Prickly feathers, frozen
But still gentle- My ‘Friend’.
As they tickle you in your sleep,
Floating into Blue.
Prey awaken as strong necks,
Cuddled each other to sleep.
One half for you, one half for me.
Nestling, lulling white hairs into that-
Goosebumps rippling in a circle,
Those Swans at the window
Their sailing around the world,
With one chipped wing
Each- a pair of eyes,
Shared between the two.
One half for me and one half for you.
Circling, circling with no
Guided by the smell, the hope
Swimming with no compass now,