LYRIC FOR SALE

By Anne Elder

I see a lone swan hiding,
sadness written on its face,
a water dark and dirty
the backdrop to its grace.
I swim up from the darkness
and I take my place beside.
Ice forms an arch around us
as we slowly start to glide.

The paths around are pitted,
a smooth stretch can't be found.
I've been here long enough to
know flowers grow on stony ground.

We float along together
and our splendour draws some stares.
Some eyes don't want to see us
but berate us no-one dares.
We swim along so quietly
in a world of ice and light,
now nothing else can touch us
as we slowly slip from sight.

The paths around are pitted,
a smooth stretch can't be found.
I've been here long enough to
know flowers grow on stony ground.

Our bodies move together
and the sky turns deepest red.
There are fires in the distance
and the paths are flames instead.
I kiss you in the water
and I kiss you in the fire,
our love's a crime of passion,
gentle breeze to burning pyre.

The paths around are pitted,
a smooth stretch can't be found.
I've been here long enough to
know flowers grow on stony ground.
We found our own smooth sailing,
now we're destination-bound.
I've been her long enough to
know flowers grow on stony ground.