Sirens

Out of place, and out of time Weathered hands; a spark divine Out of shadows, young sirens call Stretching beyond a former withdrawal A song plays loudly in my ringing ears Waves of panic bonding with my fears Finding context for phantom memories Replacing symphonies with meant-to-be’s Little moments found with ghosts of fiction Finding new ways to reduce the friction I know it doesn’t have to be this way But I love the twisted way my mind decays In love with the nights we said goodbye I’m left out of place and out of lies As your waning tides carry me to sea Young sirens sing to me; freely and eternally