Sirens

in a corner of shadowy solid
you took off your shoes
and danced through torn streamers of knowledge
missing all your cues
tethered so tightly to the mast
I wondered if my strength would last
as I craned toward the voices of the past

sirens of the night
pull down this wayward kite
disentangled from the webs that hang before us
I'll sail on the wail of your chorus

when the wind had forgotten its talking
a breeze of mischief blew
a melody enchanting but mocking
and lies appeared as true
I struggled to release my chains
forgetting the great need for restraint
as the voice of reason cried out in vain

sovereigns of the sea
whisper lullabies to me
fold me in the bracing black water
and bless the death of your daughter

in the midst of this gray morass
they sang of a cool and tranquil path

sirens of the night
pull down this wayward kite
fold me in the bracing black water
and bless the death of your daughter