I long to drift amongst the scarlet seas;
Beautiful sirens do I listen to.
Crystal lit caves of azure mysteries,
sway under the moon of glimmering hues.
To witness Poseidon’s mighty trident;
To save mermaids from the old, wretched witch;
To navigate the ancient stars they’d sent—
In which the gods themselves, they did so pitch.
I’d carve my board upon the glass-made waves,
and dance ever more to the lulls and tides,
To be lost would be the rest of my days,
but here to the sea does my lost soul guide.
Sea foam uttered from her precious wet lips,
and a beckoning home, as the tide rips.