Siren's Song Poem by Christopher Thor Britt

I long for the open sea while gentle waves call to me in my sleep
Dreams of fresh air and a boundless horizon
No words ride the night air, yet I hear her song and know her voice.

Stand I here at waters' edge while the moon bids her rise to greet me
To embrace her as she beckons me to follow
To become one with her, or perish in the striving

Grounded, here I stand in the dry shifting sand
Afraid to plunge into the depths, I am rooted…captive
Denying myself passage to that distant horizon

O happy tide, would that I were as free as thee