My sister, The siren I see a disturbance on the sea There is something out there but it is not a foul thing It is a siren. It raises its head so briefly and I see warm dark eyes smiling at calling to Me And I know how the legends started. Who would not want to go and play? I do So I do. They call to me The song fills my ears I only remember air when I dive too deep lost in the daydream and break frantically for the surface and there! There she is Not a horror Nor a mermaid A beautiful thing A friend A fellow wild one who saw the same thing in me I did in her we hover on the surface eye contact unbroken I tread water A single tear escapes Why did I have to come all the way out here to find this? Why is there no companion for me in my own realm She holds my gaze She knows My kind were once brothers and sisters of hers and she knows that our ancestors made a decision to abandon the water but that does not mean that she abandons me or the bonds of family passed down through collective memory her eyes do not accuse they celebrate! They say one of our sisters has returned to the water Even for a while Welcome home. And I hear her. She tells me her name her story I will not remember later how I spoke her language only that I did that we dived together to the depths as far as my bursting lungs would go then I was carried to the surface to take in essential air then we dived ago we played we talked we sang and I felt welcome and when the boat came closer I could not feel sad. Together we hung there as the engine grew louder and the shouts One last look in those big eyes One last verse of that sacred song and I understood everything I needed to. She blinked, and sank back beneath the waves I cried, then turned back towards land.
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