On the hot breath of a warm sea
Comes a siren, silky white.
Her glide leaves no long remark
On the chalkboard of silent sand.
Toes drink from salty petals--
A ceremonious offer of nectar
From waves of great distance--
Who, once graced with hem and lace,
Return happily to their eternal row.
Eyes mirror overcast skies
Or cause reflection
On midnight's starry stroke
Never seen and neither heard
The ebb and flow of her tides
Pulled longingly on one heart
To give inertia for a bon voyage.
