Their song drifts on the salt laden breeze.
It sounds different to each of us.
To me it sounds like my mother.
The soft lullaby she sang,
as she rocked me to sleep.
My heart breaks
As the tune fills me with memory.
Someday, when I have grown too old to sail
I will follow that voice
Answer the siren’s call
And fall into deep
The waters will great me with open arms