Song of the Wandering Seafarer
by FennaCapelle
I shall arise and raise a glass
To writhing verse and broken prayer
And pass through minutes of neglect
I hoped I’d find you there
The hazel wood is rich with fairies
The Sirens move through dappled grass
Fervidly chased by child or lover
And I shall rise and watch them pass
Long were my days when the summer came
But the fishermen bade me beware
Dark as red wine was the sea that I sailed
I just prayed that I might find you there
For the ocean was dressed in its fancy
Of sea nymphs and monsters of glass
Often fought by hero and wizard
O I hoped that you might let them pass
Well, in all of this rumour and roaring
I had cast my soul to the sea
And passed through neglect and high fancy
And hoped that there you’d find me