Water's Path

The breeze in my hair, the sand on my feet

I watch the sunset, I don’t miss a beat.

The colors are painted in soft subtle hues,

a picturesque painting that’s long overdue.

The pinks and the purples all mesh into one,

Forming the black that’s too dark for some.

I stop at a rock and watch the waves grow,

The light from the moon shatters the show.

The water seeps up and licks at my toes,

Like kisses from angels that just ebb and flow.

I follow the call the siren thus sings,

Knowing too well what violence it brings.

They sing sweet love tunes to all the in their path,

Luring them into future blood bath.

Their songs are the call of death in the night

As I sink in the depths I realize their plight.

They sing out their song as warnings to heed,

But I did not listen and now look at me.

I am below the crest of the waves

Sinking so slowly I cannot be saved.

For those who are listening please take note

Life is too precious to be without hope.