Swans Against the Sun
Michael Martin Murphey
Wild grace
Has its own place
Has its own face
Prone to flight
Sky grown
Wind blown wing flown
Over air blown
Back to night
Flashing
Freely clashing
Love of chaos
Love of one
Bright storms
Rising free forms
Wild swans
Against the sun
Spirit
None go near it
All men fear it
In the night
Some say
Love goes one way
And then one day
No more flight
This year
It is not clear
Just what ends here
Or what's begun
We are bright storms
Rising free forms
We're wild swans
Against the sun