The Dance of the Swans
They met where silence kissed the lake
no music played, yet all hearts heard
two shadows swept the mirrored world
and never spoke a single word
He turned to her, she turned to him
no rush, no rule, no lead to chase
their necks curved soft, a secret hymn
two bodies tuned to hush and grace
The sky wore fire in blinding bloom
the moon slipped shy behind its ring
and there they circled, feathered vows
in time with some unspoken string
A pause, a bow, a glide, a bend
the water caught each perfect beat
the kind of love that doesn’t end
where stillness sings, and time retreats
Not chained, not claimed, not ever owned
they moved because they both belonged
a language made of light and bone
a dance, too quiet to be wrong
They touched, stars mystically shined
the sun itself seemed not to care
for nothing burns as true, as fine
as two hearts choosing just to share
No final spin, no curtain close
just wings that never wished to part
they knew the steps, they knew the pose
the lake, the dark, their one bright heart
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