A Siren Song

Nymph, my dark-haired Lorelei,
with cunning charms drew me inside
a prison of my tortured mind,
has made a place where Love can die.

Long-lost my golden garden where
in poverty two loves did share
and hope, though dim, before me lay
‘til silk illusions changed our way.

The road to Now led through dark times:
a war we fought between the lines.
We came, we saw, we came again
but did not conquer in the end.

And blameless to this day you claim
what’s best for you and have no shame
for shattered lives and the broken dreams
of a man and the child he never sees.

When Time has left you with its prize -
your youth is gone - you’ll realize
it’s all gone wrong. You had control
but the price is your empty, lonely soul.


tsk/05/31/06