Friday, 29 July 2011

"Dying Swan"

Here I am, all alone, by choice
By my stupid, punishing, frustrating choice.
I cling to every hint of reason
That tells me I'm in the right.
With all my might I try to find
That great redeemer in  my mind.

If I were brave, I'd say, "Return."
"Return," I'd plead, "to me, with love.
The love that caused you to hate and hurt
With the passion that was meant for the lover."

These arms and lips, they yearn for you.
The dying swan's first song is almost through.

Oct. 29, 1989

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