That Of Which Dwells Within Us

Cast your net upon the heart, Emotions caught within the deep What swims beneath the sleeping sea, Is a siren calling for you and me When we fall to slumber, She is perched upon the edge of our heart Singing wants and desires obscene, A do not disturb sign placed on our dream So it goes with those buried at sea No tombstone is placed above their grave All hope is taken along with our name Things cannot possibly be the same And when the tides go to changing She regurgitates the things we have done What swam beneath the sleeping sea, A reflection of what we refused to see