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The streetlight stood bare, shivering in the cold

its rusty streaks writing wrinkled age

staring at a crimson tidal wave in the sky

counting down till duty.



The seaman's daughter stood at ease

her cast black hair fading with the sun

waiting for her father to come

at the changing of the guard.



And from the depths of her treasured collections

this siren withdrew an unlit torch

and with a single draw of her lips

created fire at her finger tips.



And as one not to pass such a sight

I pardoned myself to ask for a light

and knowing how good things do come in twos

we braved the tides together.



Surely I hadn't seen color before

for silence with siren sung hues I adore

as words not passed in frozen space

speak more than trifle speech can trace.



The sirens lips she licked were dry

unlike the sea of sky above

and did she see the tide like I?

or did she only see her father?



I wish I could show her the painting

by singing the colors I saw in her eyes

and did she see a portrait in me

when I sang of the world in silence?



Her father never came back from sea

they say he's always tending the tides

I'm sure he'd disapprove of her habit

but he let her live the life she chose.



As surely as all things do end

the torch at her lips found its place in the sand

she walked away, bare feet leaving trails

as I stood in the path of the silence I cast.



The beauty in life, it comes and it goes

for the tide disappeared and the streetlight shone

and the seaman's face came out with the stars

to watch her safely home.



Surely my torch had faded as well

as I swallowed the moment and carried on

waiting for courage to break the silence

and sing the colors with a siren like I.