My heart longs for closeness,
But my Earthly attempts have left me dry,
Destined to a life unfulfilled,
Never knowing what I know is possible.
The answer cannot be to lose oneself,
And wallow in a sea of numbness,
But somehow to die yet live,
Yet, what does that even mean?
Oh, siren of the sea,
Siren of poetry,
Are you just a crash against the shore,
A mere mirage of my imagination?
<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© January 2015