Le Cygne'
Oh how I sometimes wish to be the swan,
Oh how I sometimes wish to be the swan,
whose wings are so white that the sun,
rising from his sleep shed a tear just to see
his reflection on them.
And how it floats on and on in circles,
And how it floats on and on in circles,
and the artist looks and sees a picture of beauty,
the lovers gaze on and are filled with affection,
the poet sighs at what he percieves; an aquatic ballet.
Even its death, so completely unremarkable
Even its death, so completely unremarkable
is a reminder of beauty and a bearer of myth;
the swan song so beautiful said to be sung in its last hour,
is never actually sung.
To inspire so much by just floating
To inspire so much by just floating
upon a lake in the manner of ducks and geese,
is the essence of the Swan that alleviates its status'
and also that which I wish most to capture.
PEACE OUT
PEACE OUT
