Whenever a sparrow flies into a swan

  If anyone ever
 can be what they weren’t
 and cry for another
 with reciprocal yearning
  
 Then one and the other
 make two now and ever
 and bloom in the spring-time
 a flower that’s better
  
 With her and him
 in a garden of colour
 they sprout from the soil
 like a father and mother
  
 Building familial spoils
 whilst lying together
 they move cloud away
 from the always and ever
  
 They love and they bundle
 and smile and gather
 in a semblance of now
 that binds two together
  
 And whenever a sparrow
 flies into a swan
 they know what wasn’t known
 will surely be gone
  
 And for whom the bell rings
 (it rings only for thee)
 conjoined at the heart – 
 adulation will see
  
 And when the bell stops
 it sends signals awry
 and the angels from heaven – 
 they let out a sigh
  
 Yet in the end
 a smile is seen in its stead
 and the cattle (now starving)
 soon will be fed
  
 And the window and willow
 are subtlety gleaned
 as they run out of their skin
 and by day’s end they come clean
  
 And wash 
 and arrange
 and fold away new – 
  
 For if anyone ever 
 can be what they weren’t
 they will cry for another – 
  
 that other is you.