Stories, stories told
How easy it could be in stories told
To turn the white swan, black in stories told
Faith is faithless, without me faithful
Without you trusting, I promise
That I am faithful, I have been faithful
And if you are to hear so
And so is said, by so, with so interest
And I am to say so, different in view point
Which of the hear so, say so
Would you be, saying so
That is the hear so, that you believe in
The rest of the story, as the saying, saying goes
Would just be whispers, heard of, sort of
Dispersed through the grapevine, learnt of
How to keep the white swan, faith is faithful
A' the heart of romance from turning black
Hear so, oh, in stories, stories told
a song.
ReplyDeleteInteresting repetitions! Not sure I get it all but I like the cadence!
ReplyDeleteRight, it doesn't exist unless it is kept alive. In a sense, everything white starts to tarnish after birth.
ReplyDeleteIn a story anything can turn, especially if it is recited over time.
I haven't seen the White Swan or Swan Lake but, delightfully, I've read a bit of Giselle.