Avert your eyes
As she passes by

The swan sings her melody
One more falls to his knees
At her touch
They cry
Too much
Still, everything dies
Everything Dies

Mans' mind's habits perceive
The dead sky
The torrid breeze
Because the man
Never speaks
Of the illusions of life
Or creative belief

A distant thunder
The lightning strikes
The severed dreamer
Creating time with light

He penetrates
Past the veil into all that is
But she's still hiding
Standing as a part of creation

And as she floats on through these streams of dying things
They tremble in humility
Because they cannot look away