Speck of Blue

Sirens weaving men

into lattice shrouds

cast back to the sea

from which they swam.

Souls of warp and weft

netting hearts that seek

songs to end the grief.

What of this speck of blue

that shimmers in the weave;

fallen hopes of man

thrown against the wind.

Blame not the maidens

for sing they must or die.

Blame not the men

of yearning

as they were born to do.

As the waves lap the sand

such is the fate of man;

a fallen speck of blue.