The Swan

When I close my eyes I'll see the fabrics of my flesh Pulsating surely With familiar shapes The lights behind planets Far away moons and pitch black skies The cloth of the world And the stars that are pinned inside your mouth When I sink inside I'll see the darkness high above Waiting to be filled, Changing And when the swan dawns Black figures will glide on the sand Shadows without shadows To witness this glowing world We are No strings attached We are