It makes no sense
No rhyme or reason
But as I pass the lake
In the milder seasons
I slow my ride
And scan the horizon
With hopes and prayers
That I might find them

A pair of swans
A him and her
They dip and dive
And seem to glide
Just above the water
But never far
One from the other

Each year for a decade
the pair I have spied
And two years
Since I lost my bride
But somehow
seeing them together
Always gives me solace

It makes no sense
No rhyme or reason
But as I pass the lake
In the milder seasons
I slow my ride
And scan the horizon
With hopes and prayers
That I might find them