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