We lulled on peaceful seas
Lit with a sun that made all others
Before it seem like mere moons.
A floating paradise:
Our love was the vessel;
Your laugh the wind in the sails.
But in the volatile darkness of night,
The siren sang her melody of doubt.
Each note echoed my most secret fears
Helpless in her sway, I offered tears
To appease the dark songstress.
Yet she sang–of loss, destruction,
And fragile vulnerability.
A broken compass, torn sails,
Turbulent seas, an abandoned ship…
I knew the risks when I came aboard,
But they were all at once,
Laced with the song of private uncertainty,
Heavy enough to capsize it all.
I dried the salty wet from my face
And charted the course with
If I am going to drown
There’s no ship I would rather sink.