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 anothеr Its form to reveal
Wait for the swan Bеfore 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
