The Queen of Swans

Love comes thirsty, lands to drink Love, flies up and away from me Love comes thirsty, bathes its wing Sometimes years go by, it seems She flings her shadows down upon the bed Only those with wings know what's in my head Maps of sunlight on the carpet rest Only those with keys knows what's in my chest Bright red threads of desire, dancing through her eyes Everybody knows her as, the Queen of Swans Whispers over water, over land they're sown Everything about her isn't really so Whispers underground, Pere Lachaise they grow Every inch of sunshine burning out the old ghosts Sisters turn to mothers, into daughters they fold Farewell flights, out the graves they roll Human colored kites through the clouds they flow Bigger than their bodies what a way to go Love comes thirsty, lands to drink Sometimes years go by, it seems