The Siren

The Siren, I

I remember holding you
Touching you
Loving you

The Siren, II

Dreams of laughing,
Crying with you.
Being with you,
Sleeping with you.

Those visions seem to flicker
As I look for you
Wait for you
An hour, a day
A week or two.

The Siren, III

I see a siren out at sea
Perched on a rock
Laughing at me.
Pointing a finger
As she sings to me …

“Love is a mirage,
Can’t you see?”

Candle

Candle

My eyes look past the aged, warped glass,
Where footprints pressed down salty grass,
For signs of fresher presence here.
Hoped quiet rooms spoke lies to ears.

I wish I knew the hour, the day
The Sun’s warm rays would shine my way.
I hate that Fates took you from me;
I pray, not for eternity.

When life’s cruel turn has done its deed,
With things returned to normalcy,
A candle burns toward the sea:
Let love’s light lead you home to me.