Sirens
I hear them…
The calls of the sirens
The loudness stops moving sound
It bleeds through Chicago wallpaper
Like perspiration sliding off
A lemonade pitcher in mid July
You see the glowing signs
The twinkle of blue and red lights
Shinning in obsidian night
Catch misty eyes unabated by sleep
They speak to a wanderlust for peaceful seas
As the calls of the sirens wail
They sting the eardrum in shifting slumber
The echo urges you to wonder
Is this all just a dream?
Love always, Esha ❤
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