A Siren calls out to the ocean,

Lulling you to safety,

Reassured by the

Kindness in their eyes.

But watch the calm disperse,

Water rising up to engulf

All who displease them.

 

Well-grounded hearts

Always feel close to home.

Nature is in their element,

So they always know,

There is a balance to things.

They are the wise ones,

At peace with life’s problems.

 

Flames dwell deep,

There is no controlling them.

Look into their eyes,

The flicker of a match,

Sparking up without warning,

Igniting that passion

Which longs to be free.

 

Some are nothing more

Than a breath of air,

Almost invisible. 

They move fluidly, silently,

Empty ones always seeking. 

They see everything,

Yet few ever notice.