I must desert this ragged ship --
move on to brighter seas.
Where sequined sirens lose their will,
unable now to please.
I must dance with the dolphins now --
then whistle with the whales.
While mermaids cast green curls about,
and wish for more than tails.
I must turn to face the wind
unfurl my glistening sails.
Where seabirds soar and cast about,
avoiding darker gales.
