Night Sirens

Probably one of the best text conversations I’ve ever been in.

Friend: The thought returned to me as I glanced at the starless welkin. What did the shadows say to the friend?

Me: Let a starless welkin signify that darkness currently envelopes that of which is supposed to brighten the night.

“Indeed. What stirs within its still embrace?”

“The night sirens whispers that they wish it was of substance in connection with merely of academic foundations but alas! It is not, and that makes these night sirens grievous.”

“Liars, these sirens be. For sirens exist only in the sea. Be brave. Perhaps true rest is key, how ever unwanted you think it be.”

Parallel

I’ll never know
Why rainbows disappear too quickly
Just when it looked so beautiful
You’ll never know
How I hold memories too dearly
Sometimes it feels too awful

I’ll never know
Who I am before you sleep
What I am when I’m away
You’ll never know
When I think too deep
It hurts me to fear you this way

I’ll never know
Why you only emanate in sadness
And fade when things are fine
You’ll never know
With you, I chose darkness
Over someone else’ sunshine

I’ll never know
The things I need to see
The truth I should understand
You’ll never know
The truth you should see
The things you could understand

I’ll never know.
And neither will you.