Fisherman

A siren calls to the west, a long ago, echoing song.
To a sailor whose since passed by without stopping.
She's watched the ship so many times,
Until her water heart is full drowned.

This night, he stops, a lamp on the bow.
His bell rings.
He casts his nets,
But, alas, they are frayed from the crags,

And siren slips away.