Give me wine and the ocean, and hyacinth hair
A casket of flotsam and crystalline care.
Speak of the currents in deep fluid blue and bring to the surface a mirror of you
Hers is the wave and quickening tide, touched by the moon I secretly hide.
Give me wine and hyacinth hair, ocean blue eyes and a soul to share
Sing in the night, swell with delight, crash and arouse this siren in fright.
Jetsam spill my heart to hear, the soft response of one so near
Echoes and eddies, visions and seeress, gather the pieces and wash up the fearless
Bring me wine, an ocean to share, the girl with the moon and the hyacinth hair.