SwanSong

Wake Up

One clinging to a straw,
eager to brave the storm.
The fire that will raze,
will leave no one to mourn.

What one holds most dear,
will crumble and turn to dust.
Your dreams are very lovely,
but wake up as you must.

Can say it again, and again,
and then say it once more.
These are but own echoes,
all the things you adore.

Tight clench in your grasp,
is mind's fear, not Grace.
Trying to hold the wind,
is nothing worth a chase.

Listen to whispers, if you may,
for there's left little time.
A flicker of hope just there,
age is sure past its prime.

One’s counted not for faith,
but for love they embrace.
Don’t let this moment pass,
in surrender, is only solace.

You’re trying to learn it well,
the game and its every rule.
For a while you may feel sure,
only to make yourself a fool.

You think, will know how and why,
and will learn to make it bend.
You are proving to no one,
you are your own pretend.

Sky of night turning sombre,
fleeting moment slipping fast.
No sooner you touch it,
it becomes ghost of past.

Given for one last time,
you’re nothing but a chance.
To finally come back home,
in rain, a forgotten dance.

- GS

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