“Born into this”

In my eternal eyes

Across eternal skies

A golden Swan

Her, her neck – a goddess:

Image over wild, mad thought, image not to touch

Then why did she come to exist, kissed image on lips,

Undreamt before, her feathered form fly in my wild, wild eyes?

To withhold herself – her golden neck to my eternal sky?

And then sought, and not felt, a dream image

That fell into the night sky, I had only seen fleeting

To be forever chasing, dawn of the golden Swan,

So look on you rise across my eternal skies

Golden goddess awakening

Swan appearing, golden neck,

In woman feathered

You, goddess, becoming-winged