So gently to the forefront of my mind,
Faint phantoms lost in darkened corners deep
Once quiet now scream agony to bind
My thoughts, thoughts tethered by the heavy chain
Of ill regret to the decaying flesh
Inside my head, old visions flash then drain
To depths beyond my consciousness can mesh,
Is this the dying of those dreams to which
My once true love’s foundations had been laid,
To rise and fall through frequencies in pitch
So like the sounds of waves to shores that fade,
Each memory now sings their last sad song
In the concluding verse from this mute swan
