siren’s call

by the picture window
in the darkest part
of the night
the moon calls
with sing song vibrations
the vastness of space

of silent need
dance along the vaccuum
as she sits
the pale silver orb
in silent dream

she hears the call
to answer it
with her own
desperate pleas
to quench the desire
for a place of her own

with a quavering voice
she softly sings
through the clear glass
to the satellite heart
above her
the void
between them

pale moon
swollen with grief
in the ebon skies
my eyes
reflect your beauty
as my heart
dances to your song

a harmony
of echoed sighs
the sun denies
your company
yet here we sit
eye to eye
my heart
belongs to thee

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