January 11, 2011 “Siren Boat”
He heard the call of the Siren’s song
from far across the sea.
Upon the waves, the misty waves
rode the sweetest melody
his ears had ever heard,
and she whispered every word.
His heart was full of the Siren’s song,
she sang it every day
across the waves, the rolling waves,
“Come to me and stay…
come to me and be my own,
and leave your mountain home.”
“I have no way to cross the sea,
no boat or vessel fast,
to sail upon the waves, the deep blue waves,
and come to you at last…
to come and be your own,
to leave the mountains I have known.”
“Oh, there is a way to cross the sea,
to ride the ocean tide,
to travel the waves, the rocking waves,
and be here by my side…
build a boat if your love is mine,
if your love is yar and fine.”
His heart was hers though he knew not how
she drew it with her Siren tune,
from across the waves, the rising waves,
from setting sun to waning moon.
“Build a boat” sang her golden voice.
His heart was hers and so was his choice.
His heart was hers as he began to build
his boat of love and wood,
to sail the waves, the frothy waves,
to come to where she stood…
league upon league, and many leagues more,
far from his passion, on a far away shore.
With loving care he hewed each timber
for keel and plank and mast,
to brave the waves, the roiling waves,
his love to bring her at last.
From foggy morn to setting sun
his love and boat were built as one.
With loving care he set the mast,
and made the rigging taut;
to span the waves, the far flung waves,
and find the one he sought,
the one that sang Love’s tempting song,
the one he’d dreamed of for so long.
He left his home upon the mountain.
His boat he took to the sea
to risk the waves, the spuming waves,
and with his Siren forever be.
She sang “Come to me, and make me thine,
in your loving vessel so yar and fine.”
He left all he knew upon the land;
hauled up the billowing main
to sail the waves, the wind blown waves,
and follow her melodic refrain…
“Come to me, and take my breath
for we shall never part in life or death.”
His Siren Boat was true as his love
when the wind filled up the sail.
Into the waves, the thundering waves,
she cut beyond the pale…
the bow set hard to the setting sun,
and the sail was full til day was done.
His Siren Boat was true as his love,
but the song he no longer heard
across the waves, the lonesome waves;
he listened, but never a word.
He sailed from that day and evermore after
alone on the sea, the silent sea.
But, from time to time, when the wind was still,
he thought he heard laughter.