When I feel despair rise in the back of my lungs
And the grip of it strangling me from within
Then I feel the call of my siren
Beckoning me for a midnight meet
Out if this beige bleak room
Away from this heart wrenching life
And into the peace infused darkness
With dazzling starlights.
Then I'm out
Out of the room where pain lies
And into the open black night
Where my siren has called and beckons me for a midnight meet.
And I sit atop the back door stairs
My arms wrapped in my jacket
My ears penetrated by a soothing melody
My hands clutching my just-in-case, wipe-your-face tissue
And my eyes dance at my siren in the sky
She is the brightest of all the stars
She brings me the greatest peace.