The sea beckons like a siren
Casting its net of allure
Alamar, alamar to the sea
Ever blue, ever free
Film and song and steamboat horns
Mingle with memories of casuarina groves
Needles underfoot, a pale sunrise, scores of
Birds burying eggs beneath the sand
Now, the river enters the dream
Intoxication and fear work their sorcery
The horizon shimmers in the afternoon glare
Can land-locked limbs ever find their way?
Go away pisces, call me no more
Riding the waters is nyet, nyet
Or at least, not just yet