In Search of One, Found the Other

Often times I sit and wonder,

Amidst the bellowing rain and thunder,

Of the painting I am painting of days to come,

Of the happiness and joy to which I am numb,

Who shall it accompany and who shall it bring?

Maybe it will be the siren who sings,

But as I learnt, the sirens don't sing, they dance,

And hypnotize the poor souls with no chance.

I hope I get to meet my siren one day,

And unveil a lot of the things I have to say,

Waiting for the wind that will create the spark,

Of the embers to the fire that will show my arc,

That in search of One,

I found the Other.