On dusk's horizon, whispers weave their spell,
A mournful siren sings through endless night.
Her voice, an echo cast from ocean’s shell,
Invites the lost to wander in her light.
Nostalgic dreams echo like the fading sun,
Reflections in a brief, forgotten tide.
Shall I descend where alien waters run,
To find the truth the shore has always lied?
Familiar as the stars that greet the dawn,
Yet strange, as shadows dance on whispered sand.
Through siren's hymn, I wander, weak and drawn,
An intimate sleep, cradled by time's hand.
So buoy me gently with your haunting grace,
Until, again, we meet familiar place.