When I came around,
I noticed you fallen behind your lamentation.
Straggling, you became increasingly anxious.

Perhaps it was when you looked to the sky
and saw it utterly smothered by trees,
or when you suddenly began paddling slower
as your sight skirted across the surface of the water.

You must have sensed you were not alone,
but did not perceive if the feeling arose from underneath,
or from your surroundings. Fearing the 'diles of the deep,
unwittingly, you came upon me ashore.

Still I stood, when you spoke
I feel cold, alone, and dont know where to go.
Thereupon, I construed
It must be winter. I've heard swans fly south for the winter.

Of course, I was unsure.
Still you said, I know, but... I don't know.

A faint breeze stirred
an infinity between us, and breathed softly... Just let it be