Beneath the swans (Remember to breathe)

Swans are sailing
Holding court
Over calm surfaces
Their carriages
Of regal bearing

Pipes of Pan are playing
Too loud
For me to hear
What lovely swans
Are saying

I don't walk on water
Could drown
With none to hear
But won't believe
These sudden fears

Or need to fight
(Without challenger)
Of flight
(Without feather)
So do nothing dear