THE SIREN’S CALL

THE SIREN’S CALL

(A modern response to an ancient tale)

water slick

Run in search of shelter

The vast waters call upon

As a means to escape the welter,

I often become withdrawn

 . . .

A pattern I reprise

A constant need to roam

Yet free may I swim, in his aquamarine eyes,

A place which binds me home

. . .

Behind them lies an unspoken deepness

The gift of the seas abyss

Where freedom and serenity live in greatness,

For your eyes offer me this

 . . .

Crystal blue reflection

Dazzle and hold me keep

Prisoner to your perfection,

You re-appear in my night sleep

 . . .

The calm melody of your song

Echoes in my mind a voice smooth as wine

Whispers and enchants me to come along,

“We’ll be just fine”

 . . .

I open my eyes in bliss

A cross from dream to reality as we kiss

Living reflections of imagination,

Everlasting impressions of temptation

 . . .

He has begun to reel me in

With a recklessness condemned by heaven

Are we doomed and cursed by sin,

Or blessed with divinity of a holy seven?

. . .

He mirrors my very being

Like the moon to the sea

We’re constantly meeting and fleeing,

Forever entangled in all that could be

. . .

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