Sirens of Blue

from my captain





Crustaceans live near the ocean shallows as do pirates,
a life between surface and deep,
a life between the land and sea,
for it is the place that the blue mermaid is found,
a place between the foggy mist and treasure abound.

Land is foreign to the pirate,
it gives no treasure and provides no renewal.
Land to a pirate is only rock, dust and dirt.
Sirons of blue waters lie in an unguarded seascape,
A pirate must cast off from the safe harbour,
Pull up the anchor and sail for secrets unexplored.

Oceans have a sky of blue where sirens wail,
said to be from the shimmer of a blue mermaids tail.
When the sirens call, I must come for I am a pirate,
to find quiet waters where the sun cast shadow
mingles between land and sea--there is treasure!