Sing, siren of the sea
to your lover out on the boat.
Beauteous, look at me here
I am at your feet, all of me,
at your command I wait,
breathing, only when you do.
Siren of the sea you draw me
closer and closer to the point
of destruction, I am there
on the waves of your false love.
Me and my men, we try, but your song
captures our very being, and we wait.
Let us swim away my siren,
the shore is not safe,
my siren there is something
I must see to.
The shelves in my heart
are shaking from your song,
and the seas are shaping my being.
Your song. Oh siren. Oh my song.
Born in and around me. OH, Siren!
A guy once told me that he saw miracle all around him
What kind of miracles
I asked not hearing of them
He told me many stories
That lasted many nights
He told me how fair maidens
Princes in shining armor saw miracles
Even the poor beggars on street corners saw miracles
Miracles of healing the sick and blind
Of not going hungry
Being able to talk and walk
And not fall or be criticized
What are miracles?
Something strange and amazing
He said one night
Something that could change a day or someone’s life
What was your miracle?
I asked another night
At first I thought he had only seen miracles
But the words he spoke were a miracle in itself
I have seen many miracles but on had one miracle for myself
And that is the gift you have been given has brought me joy
I didn’t understand a miracle isn’t a person
Or a dress
Not a voice
nor a strand of golden brown hair
Not a ring made of silver
Nor the food on the table
Not the roof over our head
Nor the ground at our feet
Not a thought in our mind
Nor a gift
Or a talent for any special thing
But miracles are all of these
And that man that miraculous man
Who came and vanished all too soon and was never seen again
Was a miracle
A true gift
Last updated: April 24, 2012 5:16pm