An Ode to Muses to Melpomene

Noah's Siren

I fell into the abyss of love with a version of myself.

Yet, I never drowned in my own reflection.

Because now, my life is a mirror of yours,

Two souls trapped in a looking glass.

I can scatter you into shards that dissipate into rain,

That only increase the height of this puddle,

So that I may finally choke,

Without the buoyancy of bubbles.

I hesitate to perform the aria of a siren,

Since your voice echoes mine,

And I too might be led astray from a sailor's fate.

I water this puddle with tears until it becomes the sea.

Except that, I do not attempt to silence my whims.

Because it would be the end to this duet,

At least until the flood.

I am in love with who I see floating on tide pools,

Whose breathe shares air with mine,

A spirit that dances with me in my shallow grave,

Under a song that can crack an hourglass,

With sands connected by two parts to count time,

As we drift farther from receding shores.

Just as these two souls share one life,

The only way I can die,

Is if you fall before you are cleansed.