Sirens

I think maybe sirens don't sing--

At least not with voice & lyre

But with tumultuous grace 

They sing to us as crashing waves

As undulating tides

A song of sight & sound

Of salt on lips

Stinging mist in the eyes

Goddess tears

They sing to us songs

Of cutting currents

Delicate rippling notes

Upon the base torrent

Beneath

They fall

To raise their voices

They hide their chorus

Until we are miles away

They madden us with singular

melodies upon melodies

Upon melodies

Tinkling, sparkling

Melodies

Trailing, fading, swelling

Culminating

But never finishing

Or ending

Melodies

Never ending

Too continuous

To be Knowable

What it would mean

To know them

They promise 

We can know them

If we would just

Get close enough