Expect the Swan When winter departs A call at dusk A response at dawn Expect the Raven every day Heard but not seen Darkness in the voice Light under the wings Behold - the Swan is black Gliding in the light of the sky Different in form from voice Essence hidden in blind sight In the brightest light lies the dark In the deepest dark grows the light The Swan departs Wings at dusk Form in the distance The Raven stays One day or another Its form to reveal Wait for the Swan Before she appears Behold - the Raven is white Gliding in the dark of the sky Different in form from voice Essence hidden in blind sight In the brightest light lies the dark In the deepest dark grows the light