White Swan Flying

Do you see the silver bird?

Can you hear it crying?

Soon enough,

it will transform

into a white swan flying.

Flying over golden trees;

flying over silver seas;

spreading love and bringing peace.

Seagulls sing, seagulls sing,

seagulls sing at sea;

and while you dream,

and while you dream,

my darling,

you are free.

White water glistens underneath.

Whole world listens

while you breathe

to the rhythm of swan’s wings.

White swan flying

higher, further

than it ever has.

Geysirs, mountains, waterfalls.

Glaciers, islands, volcanoes.

Sun on soft feather

as it lands

in perfect weather,

all old fear released.

Here I am.

Whether I fall or fly –

The center am I.