Siren

You call to me,

Just like water colors drifting through the sand,

Or like lonely mountains reaching for the sky,

Another day and one more piece of pie,

You call to me,

I’m like running, falling, tripping; here I am,

Just a silly boy and will you hold my hand?

You call to me,

I never need a reason when it’s you,

Like geese in autumn taking to the blue,

You call to me,

And I’m spinning like a dradle on the edge,

Or a cyclone chasing Dorothy with a grudge,

You call to me,

A vocal Armageddon to my soul,

A seraph, you’re a siren with a goal,

You call to me,

A quartet with a splendid harmony,

A warm and melty hardly waking dream,

An evanescent phoenix you’re a comet and a queen.

 

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