The Swan’s Song

Someday the weeds will grow right where we stand.

This temple will be dust, we’ll be long gone.

Whoever’s left shall never understand

how love once flourished here and then moved on.

Two travellers - two swans with craning necks -

once drifted through in sweet coincidence,

indifferent to age and race and sex,

experiencing love in present tense.

For lovers do not live in yesterday,

when promises were made they could not keep

and time shall separate them come what may;

tomorrow shakes all dreamers from their sleep

and so tonight I pledge no future vow.

I’ll simply say I’m loving you right now.