Like impatient swans
In early spring
When the snow was still
Unwilling to melt
You flew into my world
Just a little too early
While my eyes were still
Desperately staring
At the horizon
Of my fading dreams
Like a serendipitous light
In midwinter
When the sun was still
Struggling to shine
You invited me to surrender
Just a little too early
While I was still
Learning
To fly
Again
But I do remember
The possibility
Of a new journey
When the swans
Arrive again
Just a little too early
To survive…
© Noora (03/2015)
