I Express Myself Through Writing

"The Dark Swan"

How many of us have truly loved?
To decipher the heart’s code
With nimble fingers loosening buttons
Until his bloody passion, plateaued.

He never sat at the back of a plane
He was the unsung hero, a swan.
He never knew poppies, in the rain.
He left me, and flew to the sun.

How many of us are free to love?
To compute the hours of destiny by
Creating peace without wings of a dove
Until his secrets were petals of a Rose.

He never sat at the back of a plane.
He was the unsung hero, a swan.
He never knew poppies, in the rain.
He left me, and flew to the sun.

How many hearts did we steal?
To embrace the nuances in the greys
With a soft touch of his feather quill.
He preserved a legacy for light years.

He never sat at the back of a plane.
He was the unsung hero, a swan.
He knew the Queen, after his reign.
He was the Enigma, who flew to the sun!