songs to the siren

B'kall

beaucoup

flutes

rhyme

aloft

as a single

glimmer of water

slides down

an icy tap,

forms a pool

and reflects

What I feel, I cant say
but my love is there for you

any time of day but if its not love

that you need then I'll try my best

to make everything succeed.

Illuminates a barren season

for my heart

surrounded

by irradescent beauty

I sit to bask

in her smile

for a year and a half

of longing

reflected,

watching it grow

as if this

flower

has not already

bloomed.

you can take

me to paradise

then again you

can be cold as ice

Im over my head

but it sure feels

nice.

in the song

of sunshine

written on

vibrant plummage,

but I am

and so its never

to be.

the touch of my own skin

against the sun

is all that comforts

in an

embrace.

so if you are

out there waiting

I hope you

show up soon,

coz my head

needs relating

not solitude.