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Stranded High
Yet
My heart aches, and clouds hold fast my mind
Thought still I hear
The silence of the waves
The silence of their Siren pull
wash like hemlock through my senses
Their echoes crashing on my island shore
Returning to the sea
Unheard
Their hushed harmony
Foams surging up my beaches
A descant imprinted on my strand
Whispering back to the squalls
Unheeded.
Ne...
Thursday 14th March 2019 3:56 pm
The Siren
In silence
She stole his soul
In love
He gave his heart
What took him from his course
What gentle zephyr force
What brought him to the isle
What beauty did beguile
In silence
She sought his mind
In sorrow
He felt her tears
What held him to his aim
What subtle noble flame
What kept him on his deck
What held his lust in check
In silence
She tempted ...
Thursday 13th December 2018 3:57 pm
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