SIREN
OF MY SOUL


Its not even a poem
not really
its like a hiatus of
coital disdain
a self inflicted perjury
clouding memories
of some very old pain


Oh my beloved ones
how lost must we become?
My heart cries
as we slide ever more deeply
into an empty world
veiled deeply
beneath cold glass


Will our senses ever recover
from numbness that desires no longer
the touch of warm soft flesh
Our Forefathers forsaken
in forgotten passion
that once excited and compelled us
toward one another
Even as they passed on
that there is something
wrong with you


FREEDOM?


Emancipated at our own peril
yet as innocent as any God
My heart sings a soft song
of an ancient love
In the hope that we will remember
our tears
 

Unshed and clogging our arteries
Repressing the hurt
that causes love to rise
in the presence of your precious SELF
Before absence obssessed you


Hear the siren of my Souls ambience
as it drowns out the fatal attraction
of the mega pixels that sustain you.


Di Niven © 2008