Friday, June 19, 2015

Black Swan

Like The Night

She walks in beauty, like the night. Embedded in dark and the passion that comes with it
Few have seen her true nature, those who have now lingers on the brink of the abyss
With open arms she embraces the wild and unknown, with a smile she accepts her fate
Keep on moving mountain, shifting the seas with your hands
Walk the dark side of the sun, long seeking fingers touching the flames
White as fresh alpine snow is her skin, long and dark is her hair, flowing like a winter breeze from the North

Frank Savage,  '72 Cedros Island