Siren

soothed by the lull of the tide,

nourished by the spray, this balm of Gilliad.

I am held high by the roar of the water,

and I am dipped low to touch the silt and sea grass.

Rocking me to sleep.

And in my dreams, the wind is my hair

and the earth beneath my feet rises up into me.

The flowers bloom hazy in shades not found on the open sea.

But when I awake, I must swim again and flit the water

and sing my misery to those who pass.