Alas! The siren sang to me,
And I beached my soul on her sun bleached tree.
I lay. Back arched, listening
to the rhythm of her mind, The sea.

With sky beneath and ocean above,
my hands in the water
my heart in my mouth.

Watched her rippling silk clothing
salt-fast hair in the wind.

As she slowly walked the surf south.


Copyright Christopher Harper 2006