Forever I kiss the dying sun,
mourning the dying light.
As a weeping mother to a plague stricken child -
folowed by tears - dissolves to the night.

The song of the swans,
yearning for dawn,
burns into the open sore,
at loss and denial
of ignorant ones,
to where all mansions perfected,
where we rest forever yet sleep no more.

Oh, grant me just once
that light once more claim.
Not blinding but awakening
beyond matter and name.

Let me speak of the light
and transcend to ancient lore
where we rest forever
yet die no more!