Saturday, September 29, 2012

I thought I heard her music from the ocean

After Waterhouse's 'The Siren'

I thought I heard her music from the ocean
that I was wandering. Was she a light
that rose before dawn? Was she even real
or had I imagined her? I wondered left

and right, had lost the astrolabe that made
some sense of heaven. O her hair and harp
became my lighthouse! Her arm was a soft cloud
and white as pearl, the siren's fingers caressed

my ears with tones. Lost in the broad illusion
of the world, lost in the movement of love
disorienting me—my lit beloved saves me!

She sings me home, her eyes are the taut ropes
that pull me in, when my dim ship is lost
her spirit is what ends my suffering.

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