The dawn and the swan

Home
Threading the mist, eerie and white,
Weaving a day, the dawn and it's light,
As a love to the lone swan afloat,
In a lake that was the old castle's moat,
Asked if she well knew what heat would bring,
And why isn't she North, where there's spring.

The swan
The swan had flown in before her lake froze,
The home where she grew, her feathers rose.
The waters near the nest where she hatched,
Would have it's ripples, with ice, patched.

Across the skies, over varied lands,
She flew with her flock, swinging hands,
And finally reached this cozy lake,
Where winter planned little to shake.
It was then that she met her swan prince,
The ruler of her heart for then and since.

She levied him love, for love she gave,
With promises that ended with their grave.
The world of their own was a shadowed smile,
They played and they swam dreading the while
When they'd chose between her place and his
In flying back North, after winters seize.
This was when she chose to never go,
This was the palace of the dreams she'd known.

Her love, of course, left with memories and spring,
For he led the flock lest duty sting.
The swan embraced joy in the hope of next year,
What if? What if? Oh! The answers she feared.
Hoping the wraths of seasons would ease,
She waited for Northern waters to freeze.

The Dawn
The light knew enough on losing love,
Chasing it's muse forever and above,
Knowing all well both can't stay,
Darkness had to part, there's night, there's day.

But seconds they'd meet, there is bliss,
Sunsets and sunrise, heavens amiss.
It adds no news, there is no love for noon,
But hours of luring the sun and the moon,
Where the canvas and ink exchange grace,
Inseparable but divided unless they brace,
And create beauty for the world to see,
Knowing naught's closer than they would be.

The canvas
But the wait is feared for eternity nears,
What if the painter is deaf, can't hear!
Or may be the view is not overly appealing,
Or may be the colors are there for stealing.
Or may be the picture's a trial and done,
And some other canvas held a happier one.