When The Swans Sing

by ddavidd   Dec 19, 2019


O darling, o darling in this cage you’ll never see me settling settling!!

There was a man!
There was a man with his heart in his hands,
a man whose lucid blues welled over his throat,
a man with his chest buried in the wounds of every man,
a man whose longings have gushed
in thet of Petunias' distraught

a man whose lungs poured in and out of his songs
in every scenting bloom,

a man who ceaselessly filled and emptied of himself,
a man who spilt out of his woes and worries
on the bream of his chest,

a man who wondered:
if little finches
would ever flee from his yard of heart,
or a sea wave
would ever wash his soul away,
or a thirst
would ever be watered in an empty cup,

a man who oozed from his effusing eyes.
a man who exhaled out of the dungeon of disguise
to be born again in every note of his guileless guitar.

a man who ripened out of his mask
and trickled back to this world
through the slits of wounded chests,

a man whose blood gushed
in the gash
of tulips.

O darling, o darling in this cage you’ll never see me settling settling!!

a man who was relieved and unravelled
in the flock of sparrows,
a man who wondered
if a breeze would ever pick the moon
from the breach of curtains,
or thirsty robins
would ever dip their beaks
in the broken spigot of his wings’ thirst,
or swallows would ever nest
in the swollen bough of his wounds,
or stars would ever germinate
on the shoots of his windows.

O darling, o darling in this cage you’ll never see me settling settling!!

There was a man,
a man who never squirmed,
never for fitting in the box of life
cut or curtailed his white wings,

not a turtle man
a swan who drew his long neck
from the sheath of a clear heart,

a man who for catching butterflies
with the net of his wings,
soaked his paintbrush

in the gorges of fragrances and saps,
dipped his proboscis
in the soul of symmetries,

a man who wondered
if the windows that were hatching in his eyes
would be ever opened to the real world,
a man who tied ribbon rainbows around his box hopes
with bowknot of sunshine.

O darling, o darling in this cage you’ll never see me settling settling!!

There was indeed a man!!

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