The Siren

did i dream you dreamed about me?
were you hare when i was fox?
now my foolish boat is leaning
broken lovelorn on your rocks
for you sing
touch me not
come back tomorrow
o my heart
shies from the sorrow

i am puzzled as the newborn child
i am troubled at the tide
should i stand amid the breakers?
should i lie with death my bride?
hear me sing
swim to me
let me enfold you
here i am
waiting to hold you