The Little Human

 She turns into a siren on the page,

the lines are her ocean,

the words left behind each pen stroke

are the voice you dare being beckoned by.

Look into her eyes

you'll see every shipwreck

that's happened before you,

but in the sky

of every shipwreck

the sky's gray -

the sky is blue right now,

but you smell the sky's disposition.

You can transform too,

you can siren too,

but right now,

you're only human

Right now - 

you're not even sure

you're able to swim.