The Swan Suite (N.Thomas/C.Stipetic) Ugly ducklings on my side Another friend of which to sympathize Tulip graces tucked inside Unlike the shoddy feathers set before my eyes Whether hidden or on show Somehow slowly feelings grow And the seeds you thought were sour Sweeten, soften and then flower Hands are reaching for the light Clutching confidences tight Waiting for your finest hour Feathered faces they don't know Just how cruel that northern wind can blow In the quiet stream of youth You can't tell how fast the giant river flows [more]