The Falling Of The Swan

Oh the war of the ages

Turns the brilliant pages

What heart on earth breathes a sigh?

To all who know love and its farewell

Pay attention to the signs that dwell

What if we ever climb the tower

That is the highest of the fall?

To much my heart resigns this loss

The greatest star from above,

This life has no fault on its own

For the prettiest thing

Is the prettiest thing of all;

Who does this fail to be alone

When the stars have fallen restlessly?

True science endures the most

And most pleasingly I do not dwell

Alas, what a waste of fault this is

Let me loosely fall at the seams

Beyond my reach I am not falsely driven

Behold the response that intrigues

For the death of a swan leads no further

I am my most prominent fail

Happy Valentine's Day, my wanderous one

Lead me to the path that is sincere...

For death has fallen...the falling of the swan

Let her swim to the depths of despair

Oh cover me with this fallen face...the

fallen face of lies...

Behold the aging war that is deep

Deeper than the pool of substance

Pulling you into my war

Behold the beautiful music that despises light

May you shine bright my little one;

Blithe is the speed of light

Found in the mystery that is cool

Beyond the clouds, the ages disappear

And the sound of retrospect reappears

Oh the dying of the light is so sincere...

What celestial world is this

That awakens the conscious being?

Oh the falling of the swan

As I swim freely,

Let the death of the light shine upon me...

For my love is not elementary

I fall upon this rose that is plight.