Rose colored glasses A blessing and a lesson Steady rhythm of the pouring rain Pitter patter against the rooftop Humidity cast away for a moment A refreshing pause on the days heat Thunder booms A distant siren blares Emergency vehicles still out in full force The city doesn't sleep Heavy wind shakes the house Rattling the loose windowpanes Old glass is a true test of craftsmanship through time The dogs cower beside me, small masses of shivers and uncertainty I try to reassure them that there is nothing to fear However I'm not so sure of this myself More thunder Cracking through the sky overhead full force The abruptness of it all startles me into a jump I am as shaken as the dogs Despite the wonder Lightning cracks and flashes like a picture show I can view through my window Free television direct from nature, the best cable provider you just need your eyes and a large enough window If I find myself without power, I'll light the last hour of my candle Slow burn, write by the flickering light As this storm rages on I think about the moon Which part of the world gets to gaze upon your gorgeous surface tonight? Oh moon, There is much left unexplained. Sirens blare again, Fire-truck perhaps My mind is now seaside Imagining I am a sailor, ship cast away enduring this terrible storm on the open water A woman port-side in the distance sings a sweet, dangerous melody Her voice soft and heavenly Unrecognizable words at first until we slowly become closer to her What once sounded wonderful now speaks of famine, war A tale of death she bellows Harmoniously growling, creating an ominous symphony with the heavy rain and clashes of thunder "Unchanging is the sea, every good man too shall fall. Release your soul to me, for I am the lady who calls". We are upon her now, her call almost deafening The siren of the deep issues one last bloodcurdling scream Then silence Silence, coldness and pitch black And I awaken, gasping for breath The dogs are beside me and my candle still burns A dream it must've been, yes a very real dream But in my mind I can still hear that eerie song, sung by the beautiful siren of the deep Casting her spell on all those who dare sleep.