The Siren's Sting
The Siren’s Sting
It was a warm summer night. The past few days were frantic and were catching up to me, so a summer break was welcomed. I staggered to my bedroom, rubbing my eyes, hoping to fall straight to sleep, but my brain decided it was time to have some nice deep thoughts. Ugh!
After about an hour of trying to fall asleep, I gave up, deciding to go for a long drive instead to clear up my head. I hadn’t had much of a chance to explore the city, no better time than the present.
The moon was hiding behind the clouds and the polluted city air filled my lungs as I headed for the motorway, leaving the city lights behind. I just wanted to get lost for a while; I could always use my GPS to find my way back.
Before long I found myself following a dirt road, the only thing illuminating the way were my headlights, the trees were hovering and swaying to a rhythm only they knew. I was surprised to find the road lead to the ocean, making way to a magnificent view. The moon had decided to come out of hiding, now shining like it knew things that I didn’t. Probably did. Arrogant much?
Away from the city, I could smell the rich tangy salt air. Locking the car I made my way barefoot to the gentle swaying waves. The cold water felt refreshing. I sat down near the edge, not caring that I was getting wet.
I didn’t know the time but the moon seemed brighter, the stars glowing, like welcoming an honoured guest. The air suddenly felt excited. It was like my whole being knew what was happening but me.
Finally, my anticipation was rewarded. A soft silvery voice filled the air, smooth and slippery, singing with abandon. My heart felt like it was being held in a vice grip, I could not have moved if I tried. I cannot describe the music, so supernatural, yet so earthly. It was endearing and enchanting, soft and soothing, yet wild and zestful. I cannot describe anything about the music or recreate the exact tone; it haunts me to this day. The song spoke of all things I dreamed and wished, all that I wanted, as if singing just for me, yet so desolate and passionate.
I don’t know how long I sat there listening to this unearthly voice, but the sun peaked and the magic broke, breaking my heart along with it. I craved it with my whole being, it was as if someone had stolen my soul. I had been stung by a siren’s song, for which there is no cure in this world. My piece of heaven, my little secret.
Over the years I have visited that beach, over and over, in hope I might catch a hint of music in the salt air. But there is no cure for a siren’s sting.
