living lovely lies
of this endless calling
of what we have thought.
it rests right here but
it's so easy to look
away and notice
how nice the sky looks
today.
even if it
had name, who
can be sure we would
remember?
the sirens sound
like a beautiful melody.
it cannot touch us
without love.
but we never
see it coming.
it seems like a trap,
pretending to be
the eternal peace
of stillness.
we all know how it'll end.
but that won't stop us,
we can still pretend.