Lorelei

Childhood chaser, chasm dreams
silent, softly, rip my seams.
Torn alone, I drop to cry,
and no one knows, but Lorelei.

Roses hidden under chests,
brilliant red in shadows dressed,
n'ere were seen by damsel-fly--
and no one knew, save Lorelei.

Beaches' sand and breakers' scream
dash away my threadbare dreams,
grounding me in lovetorn eyes--
"and no one knows," says Lorelei.