You were a wraith in my dreams, I felt you,
you had a blue ribbon to twine,
my spirit's ocean drops and truth,
the stars ironically to shine;
I beckon; winds wave in worlds lost;
my glance on known trails to home field,
a chorus of Angels foremost,
singing an ode of my soul's grief.
My Siren spoke; from far beyond,
the heights of glassy domes and stars,
lone wishing spells above a pond,
a fantasy worshiper, behind bars.
Sea spread vastness, memories voiced,
- and countless depths, I sail only
on Stygian sea links, air moist
- in dark my Siren's lonely;
from faraway she cares softly,
to touch my lips, singing a note,
an ode of death to my ghostly,
of Acheronian ship and float.
Our steadfast sails to lines of gray,
the years we passed forever shine,
amid the winds her voice betrays
my Siren's song and ends my twine.
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