Harden your heart, she said
For love comes to naught
But a poppy gone to dust
On the winged tears that fly
From wild swans wandering

Where is my voice?
Why is it silent?
I had no choice
Could my love find the years that passed us?
Could your love save me?

Pull back the night, he says
I would see you smile
Through your nettled grieving heart
Blisters of care
Like wild swans calling

Where is my voice?
Why is it silent?
I had no choice
Could my love change the wings that bind you?
Could your love save me?

What is a sacrifice?
An offering to fear
Or an opening to love?
Tears turned to flesh
For wild swans
Wild swans alighting.

I had a voice
Even in silence
I made my choice
And the roses
They bloom in fire
The roses and me

It was my love that saved me.

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