The Steel of the Swans

Pick a handful of cinder, a handful of dust.
It could be a coincidence, could be a stay.
But here's your pain; may it fledge you and take miles away.
Still the steel of the swans in the skies awaits us.

I have always been single; that's an arrow's right,
But no one's left alone indeed, even though they could.
The tint of our eyes may be fragile as spring storm driftwood,
We'll become a night dream then and dreams, in turn, become light. [*]

So pick a handful of clover, a handful of juice, [**]
Let the hounds behind our back melt like wax of a candle.
Enough for the night; let us see how much day we can handle.
Come on, steel of the swans in the skies; break loose. [***]


[*] TeZZZ/1.5E11: "Still the steel of the swans in the skies awaits us."
[**] TeZZZ/1.5E11: "So pick a handful of cinder, a handful of dust."
[***] TeZZZ/1.5E11: "Still the steel of the swans in the skies..."

Original: www.planetaquarium.com/discography/songs/lebedinaya591.html
Original/audio: music.yandex.ru/album/476812/track/4210007
Original/video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=pMwmivQUB4Q
TeZZZ: altwall.net/texts.php?show=tequilajazzz&number=39927
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Alternative: www.planetaquarium.com/discography/trans/steel_of_t592.html
Hint: www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm 68