The sirens sound, it's 5 AM <br />I'm still alive, I think I am <br />The sirens aren't for me <br />It's for them <br /> <br />The cars race down the Avenue <br />The fire trucks honk their horns <br />I can hear them but they're out of view <br />My first thought is to think of you <br /> <br />I'm startled and think of fire <br />Someone hurting across town <br />As the call comes across the wire <br />And the smoke rises higher <br /> <br />I say a silent prayer <br />that nobody is harmed <br />but I still feel alarmed <br />I think of you and feel unarmed <br /> <br />I need you more than I say <br />It hurts so much that we’re far away <br />I wonder if you think of me anyway <br />I wish things weren't this way <br /> <br />The birds are waking up in the nearby tree <br />The owl in the distance hoots, as if to me <br />In your arms is where I wish I could be <br />I dream of you lying next to me <br /> <br />and suddenly I feel so lonely <br />I can't go on much longer living this way <br />We need to rearrange life somehow <br />So we can start a life together <br /> <br />Why can’t I say it out loud <br />Why is it stuck inside me <br />The word I need somehow to say… <br />..stay!<br /><br />JAMES T. ADAIR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sirens-sound-it-s-5-am/
