Get thee behind me, Siren

T'was just a dream, my God, a dream

Returned to me for torturing

Most frightening and most comforting

For years your face was hidden


You waltzed up to the picnic table danced into my sorry life

You sat beside me, took a breath, your wit like a surgical knife

You laughed and we discussed all subjects ranging past by the atmosphere

You oh so gloriously present, as you whispered in my ear

 

God, your legs like smoothe pale plaster

Breasts and arms soft alabaster

Thin silk shirt of floating jasper

A dream, a siren's song

 

Last time (Four years now, I thinks) I saw that dark hair frame your eyes

'Twas was nothing but kind calm resentment every single damn goodbye

Now you sit there as the balmy breeze blows past those rad'iant curls

Eyes that smile lips that kiss each word that from your heart unfolds

 

God, your hands of smoothe pale plaster

Supple back soft alabaster

Thin silk shirt of floating jasper

I'll dream the whole day long

 

We sat there, you laughed as you moved closer, pulling me away

The warmth of your arm against mine, as it were, leading thoughts astray

Then through the afternoon each hour my world passed by in a blur

Our conversation then protecting our own fears amidst the swirl

 

God, your cheeks like smoothe pale plaster

Chest and neck soft alabaster

Thin silk shirt of floating jasper

In dreams I don't belong

 

The day soon ended the last sunlight filtered through the wilting trees

I drove you home through crowded streets untill you begged me please

Just let me out here, its been fun, lets do this sometime soon

I sighed and watched one other dream float by, a mere ballon

 

I said bye and you just smiled

Waiting there as if beguiled

I broke down threw my arms round

You for our first and last embrace

You blew a kiss, as softest sound

Escaped those lips of lace


God, your legs like smoothe pale plaster

Breasts and arms soft alabaster

Thin silk shirt of floating jasper

Siren, please, be gone!





Poetry by Joe Fern
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Written on 2009-08-19 at 03:04

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Kathy Lockhart
You sang me through this with your lyrical rhythms and enjoyable rhymes. You kept me reading, singing through it all with its most mysterious and unique lines leading to the answer to the reason for the title. I love it all. applause. : ) kathy
2009-08-19