The Swan Princess Poem by Michael Cochrane

She dances on the midnight air. Soft and sweet with brown red hair. Narration shines thru a figure of grace. A soft veil hides her pretty face. Sweet love has not touched her heart, she lives for her creative art. With a pirouette she dances divine, to know her i clearly do pine. This graceful swan is mute for now, to hear her speak would cast a spell from this distance its hard to tell. I only know one word from this rose, music and enchantment she would compose. To see such expression flow, graceful steps do cleary show. Soft like a warm summer breeze. Gently flowing through the trees. Over country red white, and blue, sea and sky, soft perfumes. White dazzling swan of plumes, fly to me in balmy winds of air. Words of friendship do we share.
Michael Cochrane ©