Swan

From behind the church tower,
covering the evershining sunlight,
nature was defied in sunset.
The swan glided through gilded airspace,
sounding like a clock as girls looked above,
a ticking ankle marking time spent and time lost.
Promises were whispered by the grounded youth,
smiling beneath pale skin
Hearts and fingers crossed.

Swans on the water had lost their watch on time,
caught by the winning tide.
Water always proved to flow harder than seconds away.
Birds were still confused about what their own reasons were,
drowning feathers on troubled streams,
broken clocks that insisted on ticking.
"Look", the infant mumbled distractedly, straightening her socks,
"they are dancing for us."

Summer sunsets were still over before they even began,
when the girls look for their white ribbons,
as fabric melts within white birds.
"I think it glided away."

[listen: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSzTPGlNa5U]