The Flight Of Swans

Like swans that fly above,

agile in a cover of  white.

Such poise of  grace, solemnity

like life on the wings of  vulnerability,

It never halts, at times hover.

Not here, not here, but somewhere beyond!

through day & night, dark and light,

It clears my sight, opens my senses.

I hear the waves of agony of the universe,

the never-ending heavenly nymphs.

Storm intoxicated are your wings,

shatters this evening dream.

Not here, not here, but somewhere beyond!