Song for a Sailor

Crystal waters crashed against the ship and the breeze whizzed through his hair,

Through his spyglass sea, here, near, far and there.

But what was that he could hear?

No one was near.

A serenade perhaps, a tale of a thousand men bewitched.

"Lend a ear dear sailor" said the soft tone.

Leaning over the ship to hear the serenade, a high pitch.

Over yander! A maiden peeping through the waters and leaned against the stone.

"You there, what brings ye to such waters fair maiden?" the sailor asked.

She gave a stare and he was paralyzed, she had turned the dead hands of the past.

Memories faint and vague, blurred and distant played,

a ball in which they swayed.

They twirled for hours on end,

who knew such two hearts would mend.

The sailor gasped for air and was brought back.

The day time sky was now pitch black.

Still were the waters, not a single sound, not a single movement.

The sailor would still be in a daze if it weren't for his crewman.

They questioned him.

"Gentlemen, tonight, I sleep soundly, knowing my late consort's spirit still swims".

The distant serenade broke through his ears,

"She still turly has me bewitched, bewithced not only for years,

but for eternity".