I long for the open sea while gentle waves call to me in my sleep <br />Dreams of fresh air and a boundless horizon <br />No words ride the night air, yet I hear her song and know her voice. <br /> <br />Stand I here at waters' edge while the moon bids her rise to greet me <br />To embrace her as she beckons me to follow <br />To become one with her, or perish in the striving <br /> <br />Grounded, here I stand in the dry shifting sand <br />Afraid to plunge into the depths, I am rooted…captive <br />Denying myself passage to that distant horizon <br /> <br />O happy tide, would that I were as free as thee<br /><br />Christopher Thor Britt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/siren-s-song-3/
