I Can Hear The Mermaids Singing Poem by Michael Walker

I can hear the mermaids singing
In the sweet and salty breeze,
And in the air, their song is ringing
From the coasts of seven seas.

The sound of suicidal sailors
Hearkens to their siren song
Rounding up rowdy regalers
From the merry minstrel throng.

Cursed by Neptune's ancient trident
To wander where none dare to go,
I hear a trumpet, strong and strident,
Bid me bide the undertow.

Thus, rescued from these deepest waters
By my fairest maiden's hand,
She saves me from a thousand plotters
And leads me to her Promised Land.