Song to the Siren
On the floating, shipless oceans I did all my best to smile til your singing eyes and fingers drew me, loving, to your isle. And you sang, “sail to me, sail to me; Let me enfold you.” Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you. Did I dream you dreamed about me? Were you here when I was fox? Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken lovelorn on your rocks. For you sang, “touch me not,...