Sirens

Dancing upon mist
Are light, fluttering faces
Ensconced in sparkling opal shrouds,
Near as breath and far as clouds.

You want to touch them
Your fingers stretch
All that meets warm flesh is cold air
Not the pearly skin seen there

The song they sing
Caresses gently
A tiny dove within your ear
They beg you forth, nothing to fear…

The sweet harmonies
Soak your heart
Tears your mind and soul apart

Their eyes are clear, crystalline
Icy glass, smooth and fine

Hauling you through the brine

The distant echoes of sailors past
Drowned by feathery melody
Drowned in the heaving sea
Drowned is your destiny

Shimmering perfume
Fills your broken soul
As it floats shattered in the waves-
There’s just one thing your dead soul craves.

The final gasp
The salty fog
Shivering lips meet salty pain
The sirens’ spell has worked again