Siren by Sheila Hall

Waves crashing

She sings her Siren’s lullaby
Calling across the waves
A song of lovers loved and lost
Echoes within my cave.

Her notes like dying stars
Falling to their tomb,
I feel the weight of each soul.
Her words like thorns
Cut through the winds
My need beginning to grow.

A woman I am
A woman alone
I long to hold her true;
Crawling forth, I tread
Into the dying light
My Siren’s path marked anew.

Sheila Hall ©


~ by Desires in the Dark on December 26, 2013.

2 Responses to “Siren by Sheila Hall”

  1. She sings so soft and true the songs of old and new.

  2. You really

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