"two swans"



Spring is cruel, the dead returning

Memories of things I saw

Rising from their ashen slumber

Feel the cold and cry no more

Relatives around the graveside

Staring with accusing eyes

I was young, I knew no better

Hindsight always makes us wise



Meanwhile, out the window

In the southern sky

Two swans fly

Two swans fly



Writing in my ancient notebook

Diary of the wasted years

Fragments shored against my ruins

Ringed in outline, stained in tears

Who was it who wrote these questions

Stranger with my face and name?

Loneliness my sole companion

Living in the arms of pain



Meanwhile, out the window

In the southern sky

Two swans fly

Two swans fly



All those years are past and over

I was only passing through

I was on the path that beckoned

On the road that led to you 

Watch me in my transformation

Wingspan stretching, feathers white

Flying from the graveside quietly

Meeting in our sunset flight 



Watch us from your window

In the southern sky

Two swans fly

Two swans fly