Poem by Nicky McNeil
I spy you, the siren on the rocks, sweetly urging
I knew then that must be the course to take,
to the song so sweet, to the face so fair, lovely
I set sail the way of your voice and your beauty
Now I have become temptations fool, yet again
you lured my ship where I swore never to return
and all so easily done, again you make me weep
as the tempest turns my ship and soul asunder
lashing against the waves of emotion
that surge against my dreams and my soul
where is Poseidon when you need his aid?
not here on the deck of my lost sinking vessel
I have no more sails left to unfurl and take me home
not one anchor left to dropp and hold me steady
nothing but raging seas that wet me and numb my senses
all the lifeboats have been taken with none left for me.
I am sinking now, to the depths of the sea to death
looking upward at the surface I see your smile break the waves
Are you smiling a sad smile? Do you regret my drowning heart?
Once again I give you the benefit of the doubt, as I die, hoping...
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