This is my retelling of the classic siren's tale. |
A Lady and a Dream Sunshine frolics in her eyes, And dances in the ocean at her feet; Every reflection of the blazing day Seems to gather round her presence, As if she’s the Queen of Fire, And the sun is her humble subject; She’s engulfed in a brilliant inferno, Yet her raven tresses hang un-singed, Flapping in the coastal winds; And she welcomes the firelight As cordially as she courts the sea; She glides through the glittering surf, With a palpable grace that melts into the water, And as she approaches me Where I stand in the sand, My heart is cast into a hurricane Of apprehension, fear, and inexplicable love; She locks my fitful gaze and says, “A city made of sand Lies below the placid tide,” At the music of her mellifluous voice The hurricane is gone; And I sense a mysterious peace and truth In her smoothly lilted tone; Her sandy palms extend to me, Imploring trust and promising the impossible; “If you’ll take my hands, I’ll take you to the city in the sea.” Her siren’s call twists sinuously through The nautilus turns of my infatuated ears; Echoing down through the vast Chambers of my barren heart; I gaze upon my Lady of the Sea, She wears only the sunshine and a playful grin, Still dripping from an ocean swim, Still seething in a silent blaze, She locks my loving gaze and says, “Take my hands, And we’ll vanish into dreams.” The truth is sometimes so self-evident You’d have to be a blind fool to miss it; The city sparkles in her cerulean eyes, And I know she is my wife; If only I have the virtue to be her man, So I take my lady’s hands, My Lady of the Sea Written by Josh Monk September 09, 2009 |