Joyless

Swansmile

Joyless


I dreamt of the swansmile.
More beautiful than beauty itself
Like roses in bloom
Or maybe even like
The velvet hour in all its glory.

Why torment me like you do?
I monotously whispered.
Don't you understand, the swans replied,
You are my creater, therefore I am you.

It didn't smile anymore. I did.