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.

With hope.

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

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