Swanlike

I will celebrate myself again

Naked dying, proud of what I am

I dream and invite my fading soul

Observing human sphere at all atone

Swanlike I turn away from your despair

Can't you see there's no beg for pardon

Swanlike I turn away from your despair

A noble heart forever dying

Under a fading lamp half dressed my brain

Idling on some compulsive remain

I towel my shaven jaw and stare

Riveted by a dark exhausted flair

Swanlike I turn away from your despair

Naked dying, proud of what I am

Swanlike I turn away from your despair

Idling on some compulsive remain

I look into my glass and view my wasting skin

And say "would God it came to pass"

My heard has shrunk as thin

For then I undistrest by hearts grown cold to me

Could lonely wait my endless rest with equanimity

For the time being I return

Now plainly in the mirror of my soul

I read that I have looked my last on youth

And little more for they are not made whole

That reach the age of fallen Christ

A silent flight takes me away

From this ignorant world

A final cry deep in that night

Swanlike I turn away

My inspiration

Burning flames; glistening sounds

Sapphire-dark and marrow-deep, silence around us

Under a fading moon

Will you ever be swanlike