Siren
Song
At
seventeen I heard your call
And set a course to fall
Beneath your magic spell
That I’d come to know so well
Little light, shining…
Though
life’s moon can wax and wane,
Your constancy is just the same
Each sound enchanting as the last
I’m still on course, and running
fast,
I’m running up that hill…
Your
beauty is so often thought
To be the web in which I’m caught
No – there’s more that makes you
whole
Something which can touch my soul
The hounds of love are calling….
Perhaps
my nature is disposed
To feel the passion in your prose,
Your haunting melody, and motion
The joy of such unchained emotion
The man with the child in his eyes….
On
rock, astride the sea and sky
Like the singing of the lorelei
Tantalise in morning mists
So many sailor’s ears you’ve kissed
I am falling…
Decades
lost since seventeen
And though you are not often seen
Your special music always will
Take my world and hold it still
Everytime it rains, you’re here…
Close
in time but worlds apart
And all my life my aching heart
Has waited for so long
To hear your siren song.
I’ve come home now….
Dedicated to Kate Bush
(c) G Smith
