For the Moon Is My Siren


In this dream, I travel to escape,
but the stars have other wants or designs.
For my spirit lingers near your senses.
For the moon is my siren.
Inch by inch my denial of your ardor crumbles,
while trying to avoid my lover's call.
The song of desire seems to be in many places,
but originates from none.
The heart flees from release,
for love has not forgiven me.
Yet time's gift comes slowly,
for my soul may yet recognize its ignorance.

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The writing of poetry seems to ease this longing I have to express myself. I love words and phrases that can be combined together from the traditional to a new form all its own. My endeavor into this competition will be a legacy between my wife and I. I have written poetry to her over seventeen years (birthdays, anniversaries, and Valentine's Day). The poem I wrote was inspired by the sight of the moon and the belief that love could be right next to you and sometimes you might miss it and the soul is poorer for it.