Song to the Siren

On the floating shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
'til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle

And you sang
Sail to me
Sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am
Here I am
Waiting to hold you

Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was for sail?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks,

For you sang, 'touch me not,
Touch me not, come back tomorrow:
O my heart, o my heart
Shies from the sorrow'

When I'm as puzzled as a newborn child
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or should I lie with death my bride?

Hear me sing, swim to me,
Swim to me, let me enfold you.
Here I am, here I am,
Waiting to hold you

- Tim Buckley

Poem

I used to be so handsome
before the razors came
to shave away the brilliance
and take me from the frame
and though there's only scars now
I still feel all the pain
for I used to be so handsome
and shall never be again

I Dreamed....

I dreamed
that someone
dreamed of me
but it was just ...
a dream

A Couple of Favorite Poems....

Ample Make This Bed

Ample make this bed.
Make this bed with awe;
In it wait till judgment break
Excellent and fair.

Be its mattress straight,
Be its pillow round;
Let no sunrise' yellow noise
Interrupt this ground.

- Emily Dickinson

Adrift! A little boat adrift!

Adrift! A little boat adrift!
And night is coming down!
Will no one guide a little boat
Unto the nearest town?

So Sailors say—on yesterday—
Just as the dusk was brown
One little boat gave up its strife
And gurgled down and down.

So angels say—on yesterday—
Just as the dawn was red
One little boat—o'erspent with gales—
Retrimmed its masts—redecked its sails—
And shot—exultant on!

- Emily Dickinson


 















...excellent....and fair.