Here you will find a collection of my poetry written for various reasons, whether mode, for a novel, out of feeling, and yes, in love. All on this page is written by Mercedes Keyes - is copyright protected, all rights reserved.

Swann Song Entry 1

In the midst of the night-
She floats, this; "Amber Swann"-
Awaiting her one true love-
Listening only for his song.

With the toss of her head-
The graceful flexing of her wings-
For now he is just a fantasy-
And this song, her lover sings.

Yes floating there she drifts-
This beautiful Amber Swann-
Within rippling soft caresses,
The embrace of her dream lovers arms.

Deep within her breast,-
Beats a heart of pure courage-
Awaiting her one true Soul Mate-
No matter how long-
Time, nor it's passing,-
will her resolve discourage.

Gliding gracefully even now-
Imagining smoldering; dark mysterious eyes-
For which that day, he will arrive-
Only she knows when, it will be no surprise.

No matter her longing-
Or the ache deep within-
No matter the wait-
Her Soul-mate Swann -will- come to her,
And not a moment, too late.

Until that day-
That he swoops into her life-
She'll sing loves sweet sonnets to him-
Through the day-
And deep into the night...

::Entry July, 2000::

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Swann Song Entry 2

***His Final Arrival - Today?***

On carrier wings of flight…
travelling all day, and through the night.
Sailing, soaring upon drafts and streams…
to the South, his instinct strong and keen.

One vision, one image, one promise to fulfill.
A glorious uniting, his graceful mate
he knows does wait.
Hastening their coming together,
as from them, time does steal.

Thru wind and rain, and crashing thunder,
and pelting hail, he bares up under.
Nothing will stand between him and his destiny,
to join his one true partner, with her he wants to be.

Floating with the mastery of flight,
ever watchful, ever alert,
to any change in smell or sight.
Tirelessly onward, for miles thru mid-air…
whatever difficulty he’ll face,
in the elements that dare…
nothing will stop him, so determined - to get there.

In the legendary myths,
made of such magnetic bliss…
always calling to his lover,
who treads in waiting,
there in the mist.
In his minds eye, he can see her,
his radiant Amber Swann,
singing her loves sweet sonnet
where she waits, he’ll not prolong.

Looking to the skies,
is that a change now in the mist?
Is that the trumpet of her lover?
Oh how she longs so for his kiss.
Is that him now coming,
down the swirling current and bends,
finally her wait is over,
her solitude at it’s end.

Startling her awake, barely stifling her scream,
the trumpeting that she hears,
not from her lover so it seems.
Receding into cover, as the boat passes by…
unaware of her presence, and her struggle not to cry…
for the arrival of her one true mate…
for whom she patiently tries to wait…
had not been what she thought,
coming down the misty stream,
it had only been a nightmare,
as some would call a dream.

Slowly she treads, coming from her cover.
Wondering as she does,
is there such a thing,
as one’s true mate?
Or just that old cold flock of many,
who just seek to be your lover?

No…
With the flexing of her wings,
and the tossing of her head…
She knows she’ll never give up waiting,
no matter how long the wait,
or how lonely is her bed.

::Entry January, 2002::

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Swann Song Entry 3

***The Finale***

As winter dies and spring arrives,
And all around nature strives;
For renewal and rebirth.
Amber Swann floats on and on,
Waiting still to hear his song;
Her soul mate ventures some where on earth.

A sadness of inner longing sobs,
throbbing in her heart,
Mysterious be the unknown - keeping them apart.
Such yearning for his love,
with a deep swirling desire,
To feel his gentle caress,
he’d blaze in, to stoke the fire.

Far away across great distance, in - another land;
is a pond of a foreign world,
where a legend as well began.
There too it is spoken, a solitary lonesome bird,
With a promise that was made,
and it will not be broken,
Melodies sweet and fragrantly true,
on the wind to be heard.

Tuning in, first soft, but clear,
the song he hears sincere…
A Golden Amber Swann,
a creature he keeps dreaming of.
Her voice, of an Angel’s voice,
her soul is filled with love.
Whispers, whispers…an achingly hungry pant,
But a heart once broken, hurt and insecure,
trusting to love again…he’s afraid that he can’t.

For his love he once offered,
but it was taken in vain,
And now he must struggle,
to overcome the pain.
The tug of the song, was pulling him on,
With the raise of his head,
and the spread of his wings,
This song that he’s hearing, so soothing, so healing,
In every verse that she sings.

Decision made, heart now un-afraid,
Something so compelling,
forces him to be brave.
Taking off, with a powerful thrust of his wings,
On the current he now soars,
crossing oceans of water,
beaches and the shores.
Because the one,
beckoning him,
has the remedy to cure,
She is the answer;
this one’s whose heart, is so pure.

Closer now, is that land up ahead?
Are those green valleys and woods?
Beyond them, straight away he is led.
Luring him ever onward, on the swirling air mass,
To a pond of cattails and lilies,
where they’ll be hidden from view.
There made of weed, grass and straw,
the nest for their bed.
For they are one soul which originated,
now divided in two.

Retreating once again,
in high reeds where she hides.
Her feet stop there paddling,
as her body slowly glides.
There’s something in the air,
but she’s afraid to trust the feeling.
Yet, there’s a scent - that cannot be mistaken,
with a deep inhaling, sending her senses reeling.

Suddenly the mist is broken,
in a short distance ahead,
right before her eyes.
With a landing, that is so graceful;
she is taken by surprise.
Mesmerized, she watches him,
the vast spreading of his wings;
The shear power in his size,
for no other would dare rival.
For in him, she knew he could be trusted;
with her love...and their survival.

Boldly - there before him
A Golden Amber Swann
for she was no dream, nor a fantasy,
but a living, breathing - breathtaking vision,
he was beholding in the dawn.
With one last flexing of his wings,
And the lengthening of his graceful neck,
he gives out a mighty trumpeting - as if an alarm,
Any who dare trespass his lair,
could expect bodily harm.

Boldly forward he paddled,
with fierce possession in his eyes.
For this Golden Swan was his…
his soul mate, his bride
and God help the one
who dare - try t’steal her, from his side.

Two hearts beating now as one,
two souls melded for all time.
Never again will either be single,
side by side forever more,
now their senses intermingle,
the dream they shared - now true at last.

This Amber Swann is at peace,
with her soul mate - her lover-
forever at her side,
all of her doubts - now in the past.
As together - they bond...
they plan...
and make love...
and confide.

*Smile* Dreams do come true...

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