Deep Trouble: A Ghost Ship’s Song to the Siren
Cast astride a bay of lovestruck blue,
Wide oceans riding, sailing such grey seas,
Deep is my hull, and deeper still my rue;
Steeper still the blue of my safe ease;
Yet deeper is my trouble, still, so deep
And dark that not a grain of sun sails through.
Awash with trouble, drifting in sound sleep
In love; yet not a doubt assails you.
I should know better. I should await me better,
Keep better watch than fall on such keen rocks
Of you. I drown, and deeper still, and wetter,
Agasp in drowning – deep trouble, and steep shocks,
Cold wash of running water, lured in: so I weep
Salt tears for my sweet love so dark and deep.