truckerbill

My first poem in about a year. Y'all enjoy

A Tale of the Siren

Tonight,
I will open my window once again.
I will sit under the glow of a full moon
and wait to hear the sounds of a siren.
I will wait for her to begin her nightly call;
a call so soothing,
it lulls me into a world of pure imagination and bliss.
I have fallen in love with the siren over time,
and have begun to regularly listen to her lyrical grace.
Slowly and slowly,
she is driving me into what other call madness.
Madness? Of course not.
If madness is my love for the siren,
then let me be locked away forever.
Even then,
I will listen for her call,
saying a small prayer in the hopes
that she is singing for me.