The Song the Siren Sings

Tales and Myth voice the evil of the shore sirens, and

How they would lure sailors to the rocky cliffs.

As Time went on the legend faded into memory,

Forgetting how many perished from their sweet song.

Transport your mind back to sailing in those times.

Envision a great fog nearing the end of the longest voyage.

You'd be frayed, weary, longing for rest and comfort.

A hope grips your heart, knowing that home is close,

But your companions cannot seem to find the way.

As all sailing intuition is exhausted trying to find the shore,

A sinking madness creeps into your soul.

Reality slowly slips away replaced by fond memories.

On the deck of the ship you fall to your knees,

The final breath of Hope falling from your lips.

As the dark waters offer you the peace you seek,

And seem to be growing larger as the ship begins to shrink.

Prepared to end your life, you ready at the bow of the ship.

Madness gives way to courage, but then you hear it.

Frozen with fear and wonder, you quiet yourself and listen.

With all the strength left in yourself you listen.

Silence envelopes the length of the ship, as all stop dead to hear.

The captain rouses the crew and makes way for the siren,

Although knowing that only Death waits in the end.

The only thing that matters now, is finding the shore; finding home.

As your mind opens and begins to follow the rhythm of the song,

You hear the voice that is so sweet, it seems the farthest from real.

Calling you, your crew, your ship towards the shore and to rest.

Today we see these Sirens, but they no longer slay, they inspire.

We scour the Earth with our new ship called the Web,

And we venture into places that were once lost to all.

Mostly, it is dark, dismal, and despairing, but once and again

We thank Karma for allowing us special occasions.

In these moments we are elevated, and meet those like ourselves.

Although I have never met her, she inspires me

In ways that I attempt to explain but fail to capture.

To say that she is special is a gross under valuation,

And to say she is unique is nothing more than cliche.

However, I know that by the look in her eyes

She has a soul that is pure and mind that is dirty.

In another life we may have known one another,

And I believe that we vibrate with a similar wave.

With every pose and every glance she tells her story,

All to inspire the world around us.

She is an angel and light in world full of darkness,

And I hope this work finds her well.

I hope that with my simple words

I can instill in her what she has instilled in me, hope.

Thank you, Amilia, for everything you are.