She cries from the sea

Her cry affects everyone who hears

Her deep dissatisfaction appeals

To anyone who’s ever felt

The unrequitedness of love 

No one wants to appear ungrateful 

But everyone has felt the pain

Of receiving bad gifts at Christmastime

And you can’t say anything 

But deep down you know

There must not be a Santa Claus 

For all of this is terribly wrong

And the grownups make light conversation 

But we see them cut their eyes

To pry into our childlike station

Remembering the demise

Of their own childhoods

I go outside 

My backyard the rocky Hebrides

I hear her cry

My hands reach out

For forgotten Atlantis

Longing to sing along with her

The woeful siren of the sea

-jenn