She’s a spark in the quiet, a blur in the red A feeling you follow, a word left unsaid They circle like shadows, they reach, then they fall But she never belonged to them at all Soft like a secret that slips through your hands Cold as the space where the silence stands She lingers just out of view Almost there, but never true They want her close, they want her known But beauty like this is never owned It fades before it can begin A trace of where she’s been Down where the river runs dark and long Where nothing is right and nothing is wrong A single gaze cuts through the dawn And sees her clear— the swan