Sirens' Serenade

The scent of ancient seas converts the breeze As burst of amber dawn comes breaking through. Gulls wend and wind the thermal streams with ease While sunshine warms their bellies blue-grey hue. The Sirens' sing of sailing journeys still To serenade majestic ships with song. And sailors swear they hear the lilting trill Of singing voices sea-winds pass along. The sea-waves wrap and slap the sandy shore As urchin's scatter hoisting sea-shell homes. A stroke of genius by the Master for Protective borrowed shelters under domes! Below, in fathoms deep with mystery, Promethean creativeness still hides, Protecting ancient secrets born of sea, Some wrought in heaven others rot inside. I turn to walk inside my own abode, In awe of blessings life gives lovingly, And pray the day I face my dying mode I hear those Sirens' serenading me.