Siren

You held a finger to my lips,
follow me, you whispered
and I did.

by the hand, you led
me, wallowing and nearly
unable to advance,
choking on the darkness
slipping on the stars . . .

Past life and a million other things -
deeper and deeper,
with no explanation.

How many more layers
did I need to cut through
to find the truth?

And what of this knife,
it grows so dull?

And when I stumbled,
fell from your grasp,
I�d barely noticed.

Here my mind lingered,
lost in arcane knowledge,
kneeling in a prayer I never
offered.

But I saw the stars again,
shimmering beneath me,
like the eyes of those
beautiful souls
that never left.

Floating somewhere above
I falter,
fall and descend.
through a haze of
surrealism,
and for a moment . . .
just for a second,
I saw your face,
so far away,
and your hand still reaching - -
follow me, you said again.

But when perception
found me again,
you were gone,
and I was alone.