Covering distance and time,
reviving something primordial,
an indelible mark deep within him.
The sirens song rested in his limbic cave,
wasn't really a song,
more vibration,
a beat
felt more than heard.
It was music he listened to
years ago
he had escaped from
thinking it was gone
for good,
except in the dreams.
Was it the cold waters
of that inland sea,
magnifying the sound,
converting it to those primal emotions,
making him susceptible
to her song,
her memory.
Subtle reverberations
loosening
the sand under his feet,
sinking with ease
into those waters,
into that bliss.