This is a second, very rapid attempt at the dverse challenge to write a free verse sonnet. No rhyme this time, but I do like a rhythm to my words. Still not sure if this fits the bill.
Will you take me with you when you go?
The question hovers on my silent lips,
And will you want to find me by your side,
Or will my slender wingbeats just annoy?
The journey’s long to the place that we dreamed
Together, when the world turned at our will,
When we were hero swans that braved the storm
Together, and would stay so for all time.
The curve in your flight dips across the moon,
Your silhouette so clear cuts like a knife,
Slices through the tangles of the years.
Such wing strokes no cold buffered wind can stop—
I rush to join the currents wild and warm
That weave among the threads of our frayed past.