Between The Pines and The Sea Walls

Between the pines and the sea walls
with dead calms and deadly squalls
I know of a precious little strip of land
foreign to wandering women and men
Beautiful and alluring sirens sunbathe there
with colorful seashells in their long wavy hair
they hide and hunt among the slippery breakwater rocks
claiming the lives of swimmers diving from the old docks
The lost at sea who follow the stars in the sky
know that time stands still, never asking why
They always play their cards among dolphins and gulls
waging what will remain of their bones and their skulls
In the distance three islands: one too far, one not at all,
the last one forbidden to all
The fishermen pray Saint Victor and Saint Paul to lead them safely ashore
so they can tell the stories generations after generations have heard before
Nothing changes, everything stays the same, yet one thing is certain there
Between the pines and the sea walls love is found by the ones who dare