Sirens of glory in the mist,
great beauties of Creation,
floating, diving, splashing,
dreaming,
giving life power,
balancing oceans, with
curving fins,
singing songs forbidden,
in noisy perfection,
in stormy, aquamarine
seas,
precariously living.
Elegant mammals of liquid space,
star lighted shapes
breaching,
flapping the air with
sea wings,
reaching toward azure
skies,
on moving waters always
traveling
toward crescent, glacial,
icy shores,
in perpetual sea quests,
in course, unending.
Vanishing children of the sea,
phantoms of past irreplaceable,
hiding visions of pain
desperate,
minds on fire with
memories burning,
scars buried, ancient
wounds glaring,
and dreams harpooned,
to silken black. abyssal
nothingness
Eternity now opens new doors,
new hints of suns to
disappear,
boom box - death box,
sounds raging,
circles of death pulling
from center,
fireworks sounding,
exploding in water,
sounds descending on
future carcasses,
in curving space of time and sea,
in a world vanishing
at sunset,
dragons swirling in
the mist,
twisting, moaning,
crying,
great mystics dying,
ending.
Boom box - death box,
deafening web of sounds
yet unheard,
intensities of death
wrapping around tidal flows,
from mouths of underwater
volcanoes,
rivers of sound carrying
carcasses, of
drowned life,
to long dark trenches.
where now only shadows
flow,
in catatonic silence
giant fins, never again
to break the surface.
Sirens of glory in the mist,
great beauties of Creation,
elegant mammals of
the sea,
dominant species of
liquid space,
great, Cetacean mystics
of inner space
star lighted remnants
of life continuing to be,
far away now in time
and space,
.........................................
Swim clear
from this day's eclipse
George Pararas-Carayannis,
March 1997
