ON THE WINGS OF SWANS AND THINGS

I wrote this when I found out that my best friend had gone overseas. I couldn't follow her and I guess I was feeling a bit abandoned.

ON THE WINGS OF SWANS AND THINGS
10/06/81

LAST NIGHT SHE WALKED INTO THE CLEARLIGHT
CARRYING TAPES OF DAY-TO-DAY,
THE BOWS AND SCRAPES
AND ALL THE MESSY MEMORIES
LEFT LYING AROUND THE PLACE.

FUNNY, HOW EASY IT WAS
TO LEAVE THEM ALL BEHIND.
SHE WAS, OF COURSE, THE HEROINE
OF THAT TIMELY FLIGHT OF FANTASY,
DRIFTING AWAY INTO ETERNAL SOLSTICE
WHERE NO MAN KEPT A TAB ON HER
OR BARTERED FOR HER CHARMS.

I’M GOING TO MISS HER ANYWAY,
CHILD OF A CONSPIRACY OF HIGHS,
BUT SHE’S ON THE WINGS OF SWANS AND THINGS,
FLYING FRIENDLY SMILES.

Kristofer