I've sung with a siren,
And I learned that day,
The sea is as heavy,
and cold as the bay,
With wonders come many,
Those lost out at sea,
They don't know the troubles,
They think that they're free,
Till trouble comes singing,
They cheer and they shout,
"We've become great men with true freedom, no doubt",
From cheering to crying, now tranced and at ease,
They come in lured by the song, covered in peace,
They fall into waters, their ship is destroyed,
Restrained to no freedom, the sea will devoid,
Make feasts before sirens, assuming their might,
If only they were humble, they'd be alright,
Now left with the cold blue sea, gone by the night,
The more you control,
Then the weaker your sight.

My scales hold my Journey,
My glory and pain,
My love's an eternity,
All men, it tames,
Of all of the poetry,
These words are true,
Sung hypnotically to fully trance you,
As hungry as humans,
A thirst like Lampreys,
I'll gobble you whole,
Mist the path, come my way,
A siren has wishes,
That always come true,
A sea full of missions,
Some vast and as blue.

.
I awake in the night and whisper your name,
is it just a dream when only silence replies?
a melancholy descends like a blanket of shame
at the arousal of remembering your Siren's eyes.

Such sleep as I had not enjoyed in long ages
disturbed by the intrusion of an old lovers face,
rearing up to unbalance the serenity pages,
your name passes my lips with yearning grace.

Unsettled by your surprise and quiet arrival
I lay back, anxiously sigh to the waiting void,
uneasy closing my eyes, craving dream survival
but the illusion of rest has now been destroyed.

I sleep in the night and whisper your name,
is it a dream as the silent in mute rejoice?
A sadness drops slow like a blanket of shame,
at the distance of remembering your Siren's voice.



© Pagan Paul (21/10/18)

“Woe is me, for I make friendships sail.”
The siren girl looked at her tail.
“Woe is me, for the relationships flee.”
She’s sullen, for alone she be.
No matter how she sings the song, the sailors hear it all so wrong.
She wishes to be out of sea and thinks
That legs will make her free,
But oceans will belong to sirens and sirens to the sea.