Though you are lost to the world
by their song
think not
that the sirens
do not shed tears for thee
for their nature
is not
by choice
but more the hypnotic iridescence
of haunting beauty
as nectar
is for the bee that drowns
as the sirens cry
in that moment undone
where the young hearts of gods so fair should die
against the dreams of mortal whims
for it would be easier to ask
the wind to cease
or the seasons to leave the leaf alone
but their song is that which you love most
until it is no more
AsIDream 