Siren’s Call

Beauty in the waves, cold as the depths below,
 Tempting with secrets, you want to know.
 She answers the desires from weary fools
 Eager to forget their quest for treasure and jewels.

 A child of the water, a soul so free,
 A vision of legends from the deepest sea.
 Too precious to cage, too desired to let go,
 A passion so great, to hold on to and know.

 Be cautious of the song that casts the spell,
 That calls the eager soul to the darkest well.
 Where love is desired, only sleep can be found,
 In the watery grave, where her lovers are bound.

Kay Lynn Rice

The Tide’s Edge

Stand quietly at the tide's edge,
The place where she made her pledge,
Feel the sand slip away to the blue,
And remember the way she looked at you.
The waves still echo her song,
A reminder that she's not really gone,
As the faint aroma of jasmine lifts in the air,
The foam on the waves reflect like the gold of her hair.
Bring to the place where the tide kisses the land,
Place a shell, an old coin & a rose on the sand,
Whisper her name without showing your tear,
Her reflection in the waves will appear.
Stand quietly here, at the tide's edge,
The place by the waves where she made her pledge,
A place where here heart was free to roam,
Among the waves in a place she will always call home.
By Kay Lynn Rice 
August 08,2021
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Sketch by Kay Rice