Dance of the Swans

Now you see them, pair by pair!
Caught in a rainbow of water's whirl,
Endiamonded by water crowned by air,
The swans dance at the end of the world.

Now you see them, mate by mate!
Silver sculptures in a lake of crystal,
Their wings arch like the posts of a gate.
They give their molten crystal call.

They skid and skim, one by one,
Then twirl as if to fleet away.
They dip their necks, done, undone,
Children of the brighter day.

Now you see them, see them, see them fly!
From white water in opal flight,
They transform from water into sky,
Masters of water's darkness and light.