Siren Whispers

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Dawn

There is an unparalleled beauty

In the jewelled skies of sunset

As stunning as precious stones

In images that fill our senses

with splendor

at day’s end

but, in the dawn, I find the true treasure

in how the sun rises upon the horizon

each day

with hope

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Speaking eloquently

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I watch and I breathe, taking you in

A study of line and shadow

Piercing darkness with light

To find hidden

The most vulnerable parts

That speak eloquently to my own

And which I choose to hold gently, delicately

Within my hands

My breath soft, quiet

This aching stillness

Just the beginning

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*Written yesterday (6/9/18) as I enjoyed the solitude of a flight alone, my mind feverish with words.

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Confession

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I give my confessions

to him.

In all honesty.

In complete acceptance.

Words spoken like an Act of Contrition

as I unveil my sins.

Sometimes singularly

and slowly

other times in tangled narratives

given in a rush of spleen

as I peel away the last vestiges of false image.

A veneer so sweet it made my teeth ache.

The insistence of honey over vinegar

made more palatable by convention.

The spicy, savory, and sometimes sour

oft disdained,

a whisky burn

not for the faint of heart.

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New ones

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They will go without me, to this place I grew to love. Rugged and wild, it spoke to my deep-seated need to be by the sea; to feel her power and her fury, watching her in awe from a distance.

My children will hike to the top of Bray Head and sit and marvel at the Irish Sea, knowing I am across the water looking back at them from my own perch. But I will miss that hike, through the woods, cool and dark but dappled with occasional sunlight. Eventually we’d make our way out into the open, looking down at the town and looking up to see the cross at the very top of the mountain. A place of pilgrimage.

These memories are vivid, stacked upon each other from each year we created them. A tradition. Each visit different and yet the same. The path was well-worn and my feet knew every inch of it. I never looked down to see where I was going, my eyes were far too busy looking around me to see if anything had changed; drinking in the view as if it were the last time. Two years ago it was. I knew it then and every moment was bittersweet. I devoured those days and I hold them close now. I might return, but not in the same way. This year I will not sit high atop that mountain with the sea hundreds of feet below me. Draped in blessed silence and reverence. White tipped waves rushing over the blue green like horses. I will not take the path along the cliff walk to Greystones, my heart swelling with every step as I am bracketed by the sea to my left and verdant hills alive with gorse on my right.

I will not make those memories this year. I will make new ones. My own.

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Adventure

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The time spreads before me,

shining and restless.

I count the days left in my head,

my smile widening as I think of the plans I’ve made.

My adventure.

Will she be everything I anticipate,

the smells,

the sounds,

that my soul hungers for?

I think she will.

She waits for me,

eager to embrace me once again.

It’s been too long since I’ve felt her touch,

heard her voice,

and been reduced to silence by her beauty.

Each day will be rendered with a luster

I cannot find elsewhere

and which I will carry with me when I leave,

leaving a part of myself

on her shores.

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Come closer

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Come closer

Find me

Light having been leavened

Where darkness had abruptly fallen

A path cleared

On two fronts

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Come closer

Find me

Upon the path this maze of words you’ve created

Has left me

Adorned with memories

Dressed with your signature

Formed with touchstones

You know I will recognise

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Come closer

Find me

See my words

Hear my voice

Come closer

And touch me

In all the ways

That we know

That we’ve shared

That we adore

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Struggles

I don’t ask for help

which has infuriated those closest to me,

but I say

how can you expect me to open up and ask

or to share my struggles

if you have not laid a foundation of trust

where I feel I could do so.

Without fear,

where I know, unequivocally,

that you are present

that you are on my side

that you are for me.

How can I be expected to lay myself bare

to your gaze

if you are not even looking at me?

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