Songs, Poems, Loneliness

You,

my dark swan

proudly gliding,

soft melodies of melancholy.

How humble it must be now

you're home- a tumultuous journey

into the wild and beyond.

You have found love

in the deepest corners of your sorrow.

In loneliness

you sang, you sang to me

that which I ignored.

You have known the wild joy

in abandonment, in loss, in pain.

And you wrote, wrote to me

letters unread for so long,

now lost in the attic

of yesteryear dreams,

only to be found

found in Us.

Only to be found

in everything we lost.

Only to be found

at the crossroads of love, lust and nothingness.