August 11, 2010 “The Siren’s Painting”
“The Siren’s Painting”
The gray sea scratches at the sandy shore.
White foamy fingers struggle for purchase
at my feet, pointed west into the sun;
Siren song bidding me take one step more.
The orange sunset hangs above the foam.
Silvery deep blushes in that mirror,
beautiful with blue, purple, green and red;
Siren begs me closer to my long home.
My fate is fixed, love’s lot is firmly cast.
Eyes are set on that painted horizon.
I’m drawn deeper into indigo waves;
Siren’s touch I’m longing for holds me fast.
I have no bark and no sailor am I.
I stand silently upon shifting sand.
The rhythm of the tide eases my soul;
Siren paints me into the reddened sky.
Listen to this here:
(Image courtesy of artist)