Though the words falter
And no star is upon her now Yet still she comes to shine
The woman with smoke-grey hair
Creaking bones and jellyfish gait
And who will take note
Of this siren who can no longer sing
That no more the sea or sailor will hear
But I will listen to such a woman
So careless of her vanity
Hear her bittersweet tales
The salty dream of yesterday
That is now lost to the sea
But not yet to the earth
Not while there is one person
Who will still listen and revere her
