Lorelei

The night shivers; dried leaves rustling in my ears
And all of a sudden the rain comes, floating
Like the furry petals of a dandelion

Diving headlong into the lake
As the fish shed their silver scales
And turned the lake into a glimmering sheen.

My ears are strained, eyes closed
Sifting through lapping water
For the pretty Lorelei, who

Called to me in my dreams
Submerged limbs, white
White as marble, white as the moon.

She was there. Petal lips
Trembling. Eyes vaguely luminescent, stared
From the depths of the water, staring still.