When Swans Reunite Poem by Micron Jan

On a pool of liquid silver light,
A lone swan drifted through the quiet of morning.
Its feathers shimmered like spun moonbeams,
Each ripple trembling with whispered gold.

From the far edge, a second appeared,
Gliding like a thought across the mirrored water.
Slowly, reverently, it drew near,
Every movement a delicate poem in motion.

Sunlight caught their wings,
Scattering diamonds across soft, white plumes.
Eyes met in a hush that held the world still,
A pulse of recognition, soft as breath.

They floated closer, hearts in silent conversation,
Until beak brushed beak and necks curved together,
Forming a living, breathing heart
That trembled with the sweetness of reunion.

With a gentle surge, wings unfurled,
A fleeting lift into the amber-drenched sky,
Before settling back, necks entwined,
Two souls mirrored in liquid gold.

Side by side, they drifted away,
Ripples fading like a sigh on glass.
Reunited, serene, eternal—
A love that floated, weightless, in the morning light.