The Swan

THE SWAN by JOHN M. ARRIBAS There is a elegant black swan that dominates the scene A beguiling creature, showing elegance to the extreme So enrapturing, so magnificent, so pure, so pristine You use a lifetime in order for this beauty to be seen She awaits you at the shore where the boatman plies She senses you, leads you, blindly for she has no eyes She will beckon to follow, as you lose your earthy ties She will guide you to the dock where the boatman plies Earthy ties will dissolve like the fog, when the sun arrives Take a seat in the dory: final voyage, that no one survives The boatman quietly propels the dory with ghostly strides To the left, dark, to the right, bright; dazzling the eyes The deeds left behind you, will select where you’ll reside