Swan Maiden

I will meld with you like rain in the fjords
flowing from high hills to halcyon harbors
once I was wolf milk, and you winter moss
we came from the glaciers to become swans
and when we grew feathers and flew, danced
arabesques over flowered canals in Denmark
roosted in the snowy halls of Skadi, wept
crystal snowflakes, birds of ice feathers,
and our necks formed a heart-shaped flute
enchantment is just flirtation, and we water.