Sirenity

Shall I trouble you a star,
My darling, my sweet?
Shall I whisper from afar
These spirals of history?

Shall I show you how
The soul soars,
The colors glow,
The ties bind
Unto your wild melody?

Shall I look upon you kindly,
With eyes glowing,
Smile sorrowing,
Truth trumpeting,
Eleven pipers calling me to your feet?

Shall I tell you the secrets love has shown me,
The wisdom it secures,
It's compassionate absorption of
The mystery of life,
The shock it has sent
The core of me?

Shall I mention I have seen you dancing
Upon the waves
When the moon, the gulls, and I
Alone had eyes?

You keep your secrets well.

But I and the fog and your flashing arms
Know the lines and houses of the sky.
We read the cards upon the table
And do not drown unless we choose.

Perhaps we do not wish to choose.

Life, as gentle as the foam
That laps the foot
That follows out to sea.
Though the wind sweet,
Though the sun warm,
For one distant peal of thunder
I walk the waves.

As the blue darkness closes,
I remember to ask of you:
"My darling, my sweet-
Shall I trouble you a star?"

--Megan Morris, meikundayo@yahoo.com

*Line 1: From the title of a Madeleine L'Engle novel, "Troubling a Star." 
Also, the Star is my Tarot card.
**Line 27: Referring to T.S. Eliot's "The Wasteland," the first section: 
"Burial of the Dead," lines 43-59.