In my eternal dream
I lie awake off the coast of Cadiz
In an opium den, with Spanish women, their red baskets
The sound of the sea, like a gypsy’s plea
How white sails blend to even whiter clouds
Calling to me
Who so turns as I?
They’d said long ago no one shall pass
Perhaps the reason they stay
Close to their gods and singing sirens
Lured me in.
As some set sail for honesty
I have filled my head with mystery
Now Phoenician sailors sing