Swanlike (Dark Suns)

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