Like The Vistas Of A Swan

Morning vistas draw a line.
Crystalline trees create an avenue!
Looking at the stars where a moon fades
I see you standing there, angelic
Heavenly as a white, iceberg rose.

...That needs not climb nor swim the galaxies
...That needs not open a further step,
...That needs not any further use of existence
To repose her petals falling, close
Like the vistas of a swan, surely nothing fades.

“Surely nothing won, is ever really lost or gone”.

by Mark Heathcote

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