Siren
I turned my eyes upon the sea
And laid my bones to rest
The rushing surf then slowly birthed
A ship on high wave’s crest
My neck was craned at such extreme
A cramp set in my spine
And many moments caught in stare
Made vague the passing time
Why sit and ponder yonder ship?
(You may perchance to ask)
Who’s sails—tattered, torn and frayed
Hung limply from it’s mast?
My sweetest lover lost at sea
So many months ago
Had boarded vessel seeming same
Her fate is still unknown