The Swan Song

I shall sing to you, oh Muse!
My farewell song,
As the notes echo into the stillness of the night
Dissolving into the quiet of death.

Before the mystery of my song unravels,
I would have drifted,
Along the scudding drifts,
Away from the shores,
Into the untrodden realms of perfection,
Where there shall be no light, nor darkness,
No time, nor space, no movement, nor chaos,
No love, nor regret.
No life, nor death,
But one eternal silence.


Water colours on KG Cardboard (May 2001)