Like The Vistas Of A Swan
Morning vistas draw a line.
by Mark Heathcote
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”.