Seductress
I hear the seashells calling, a
Sirens distant song. The foam
it laps before me, on which my
dreams belong. The driftwood
of my memories the crashing
waves enslave, and the pebbles
exalt in whispers with the ebb
and flow of life. The suns and
winds caress her, and moods
will change her hue, the power
and the beauty will ever fill the
eye. All my life she has pulled
me to lands by guiding star,
comforted and cajoled me on
journeys near and far. As I
stand this beach she beckons,
she calls my name out loud,
to come and sleep the deep,
her body for my shroud. The
seductress she will always be,
for men who show her love
and run away to sea.
Copyright © Daniel Cheeseman | Year Posted 2010
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