A Dream of Sirens

Deceptive thoughts disguised as dreams

Reflected off broken glass from moonlight beams

A mirage in the scorching desert

Is all that lays across the landscape, all to be seen?

I have noticed you somewhere before

Lying naked near some distant shore

A voice that once sung soft, lulling tunes

Now dry and dead, wanting, nevermore

Or is it not my ears are deaf?

A voiceless sorrow, airless, choking breath

Tied to some faulty, weathered mast

Blown weary and languid, right and left

But I cannot give into such thoughts

That all I want is floating endlessly, forever lost

I must shun these fruitless dreams

Farewell fantasies; can one's mind sustain such costs?

Author's Note

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