Swans Lake

A rock on the Isle:
Appeals to the loner style.
Let us be true to each other:
Are we truly lovers?
Come home with me.

Symbols of Sophocles
Bringing internal sadness.
If you don’t
Come home with me,
Thou hast been, shalt be,
Art, alone.

Wondering between two worlds,
One dead.
The other:
Happiest you are
When you’re by my side.
Prolonging self-deceiver,
Come home with me.

You set off a beam
When you dream:
Two hearts may blend.
But, we mortal beings
Die alone.
Like E.T.,
Transcendence phones home.
Come home with me,
The angels divinely sing.

One grain of sand on the beach
Melancholy pools of life,
Reaping joy and freedom.
This sea of faith reminds us of
A turbulent ebenflow of
Universal unspoken myths
Blown in the midst like
Energy the turbine spins.
Must we see Beyond Imagez.

A God renders
his deepest desire:
We’re half a soul
In search for the other.
In the meantime,
In between time,
Come home with me.

A rock on the Isle:
Appeals to the loner style.
Ahh, let us be true
To each other:
Are we truly lovers?
Come home with me.