Long, long years ago,
a swan glided into my garden
around two o'clock at night.
I approached my window
In that dark night,
it was a light within my heart.
With sorrowful eyes,
it wandered through my garden.
I went downstairs,
opened my door
but I couldn’t see it.
I tried to call out,
tried desperately,
but my tongue was tied,
as if locked.
I climbed back to my window,
looked again...
There it was—yes, I say it was there.
The feathers of that black swan were glowing,
illuminating everything.
It walked,
coming closer to my door.
I took a deep breath
it was coming, yes, it was coming.
Then suddenly,