Jackson C. Frank — Prima Donna Of Swans

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Having seen the Madonna of Swans

Are you satisfied with your last trip

Lemonade and some pills for the heat

And ice upon the wounds our lady prays for you

But you go on tugging sleeves

Sorting out the leaves

To sacrifice all your grieves

And swearing bitterly each time

Something else is ruined

Locked away in Sand City

Have you ever wondered how you might ever leave

With the boatman taking coins all around

Shadows speaking softly of the coming rain

As you move to midstream

Upon a glass of dream

Wide is the boat of your dreams

And without looking very far

Did you find the meaning

The windless path of an Abraham

Is yours to climb for the splendor of believing

Wake to find each morning

The very final warning

Your day has no dawning

And as usual the truth was something missing

Too late no, no, no you are forgiven

In the waters that surround you now

You have no meaning

You see only the flying seabird

And you argue what went wrong

With deciding who was leaving

I was here, I was here, I was here

And I’ve traveled long enough on your shoulders

I have traveled long enough on your shoulders

I have traveled long enough upon your shoulders