The Swam--So Many Tears Away

If you tell this story today,
My love will be there waiting,
I go there at night,
When the fire ignites so dark a sky,
See there on the shore
The poet sings the swan.

I called the Swan home,
So many tears, so many tears away,
But only the dead can hear my plight
And, breathing new, are not alone.

I wept in weariness
To the poison in their reply
"There are some strange things here
I am the feast of a dream.”

When the desert day burns the road.
Barefoot I bleed looking for the wings,
Want to fly into a kiss,
So many tears, so many tears away.

I cut my soul in the sorrow
I look for the relentless sun below
Seeking high and low
Become the stage of the moon
To become a raven's call
In such pain and in such sorrow
When I was on the shore
The swan did not reply.

If the story was told years ago,
I would mercifully die,
But the dead love to listen
On my continuing appeal
When I pass the laughing tomb
They say, "Your love is tears, so many tears.
So many tears, so many tears away.”