A Siren’s Song

If it isn't the pull of the ocean tides
that I feel surrounding me;
Then what could it be that beckons and calls
whenever I walk by the sea?

Could it be some ancient siren song,
calling out: 'Forevermore' ;
Or merely the sound of the crashing waves
which lures me away from the shore?

The days and nights are longer now,
since you left me here all alone;
It will not be long 'til I leave this place
in search of my long-lost home.

Memories torment me, reminding me still,
of moments lost within dreams;
Dreams I now seek, lost in a twilight haze,
scattered like so many moonbeams.

The stars in the sky have now fallen down
to become the stars of the deep;
Streaming sadly from the heavens above,
as the constellations weep.

The tears that I shed for the stars that fall,
on these nights when I cannot sleep;
Change into so many diamonds and pearls,
as my gift for the sirens to keep.

When the time finally comes for me to leave,
pulling me away from this shore;
I will find my way home through familiar depths,
calling sadly to you: 'Forevermore' .

Lora Frikken ~ 6-22-03