I hear the sirens calling from a dream

The rise and fall of their harmonies

Drifting through a maze of buildings at dawn

–

Overrun and haunted

By the red winds of sulfur

As the cruel day burns

The last trills of summer

–

I feel the earth stir alive

With a mother’s brute force  

Burst free from the chains  

Of her sons and daughters  

–

The vast centuries drain away  

So I savor each breath  

As the back roads home

Slowly curve out of view