Friday, 3 August 2012

Swan Song

The cicada sings a mournful song
To somebody out there who doesn't hear,
The mate who may not exist.
Or one who has refused to listen.

It calls out one last time
A swan song of someone
Who has waited a lifetime
Until she can't wait no more.

The last note has been sung,
A sad melody that echoes the cold.

Once again, the night is still.

((( 1996 )))

photo courtesy of desktop nexxus

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