The Siren of Sighs.
How mystic the Caribbean ocean is, ebony sea with white
crests slapping the hull of the ship; and the mermaid’s voice
is a sweet wordless whisper, but I do understand her well.
Alone on wooden deck, on a ship of yore, she invites me to
embrace her and she will bring me to an island, in the middle
of Saragossa Sea, meet old friends and talk about the days
when ship had more shapely wood than hard unbending iron,
to make them beautiful. But the moon is full and stars fill
the heavens with wonder, tomorrow we will dock in Kingston,
Jamaica, so my old friends, on the island of dreams, will have
to wait a little longer