For the dverse prompt. One of my favourite songs is She moved through the fair. This is a humble hommage.
As the swans in the evening move over the lake,
I watch and I listen to dusky life wake,
And I think that I see you beyond on the road,
But the sunlight is failing and the day has grown old.
I watch as the evening star wakes in the east,
And the sky turns from eggshell to deep ocean blue,
And I watch and I listen to the fox as he slips
Into the tree shadows, he reminds me of you.
As the swans on the lake settle down to their rest,
And the stars cluster brightly from the east to the west,
I turn my steps homeward with a stone in my heart,
And your words ringing softly, “This is where we part.”