Siren's Song. brittle tender sands that wash away with the flow of seas of servitude and longing bear a quickness on my being like thousands of beestings, kissing me all at once. easily seen, seafoam eyes riding over this ocean's waves in the rising sun, treasuring every cloud, seagull, and flop of fish that exists within sight. too much beauty lies here, weighing me down, earthly anchor stuck in the wreckage of the deep blue depths. the undertow pulls me in, the submission to a siren's song it is buried treasure deep within that has been here all along. -hb 10/25/00 1:00 a.m. back home