by Jessie Hernandez
If that "swan" was as bright as a cresent moon
and was as full as blood
stained tears,
I would grovel at the water she waids in,
dip my finger tips in the frigid water
and feel the calmness and tranquilityshe subsides in.
I would want to rescue her.
Take her into my arms
only to keep her warm and safe.
I would cradle her in the curve of the satin cream moon
just to protect her.
But...alas, I sit at the
edge of this glistening pond
staring at this "swan"
Who is left unnamed and masked
from my path into destiny's will.
I dip my fingers into the fridged waters
and stare as
a blood filled tear
slithers down my cheek
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