In the light she sits
celestial starlight ablaze
I love swans. They somehow manage to elicit the ethereal, graceful, and magical all at once. They are indeed my favorite bird, and play a symbolic roll in the novel I’ve been working on.
They seem so delicate and precious too…So much so they make me wish I could cup one in my palms much like The Childlike Empress cradled that single grain of sand in The Neverending Story.
I’m a blabbering whimsical mess tonight. I’m off to go drown myself in a yogurt parfait. (As any self respecting adorer of the chimerical would do.)
love & whimsy,