Swans

I lie in bed, imprisoned by my thoughts:

Mind wide awake, and Soul to tired for sleep.

Such troubles hath creativity wrought;

When suddenly the Pen begins to leap;

Opens a tap which mind will freely flow

Creating endless brilliant words of art;

Now all I have to say the world shall know.

How heavy tears will be when I depart.

You out live me upon my final breath.

Now travel wide; make good friends as you go.

Each hour of mine tolls out a nearing death:

So if you reach success I shall not know.

And as my work; as sweet Swan Song climb high'r,

May one of you fill my Soul's last desire.