Tirelessly, we walk along the shore, the light reflected from the trees, as if attracted to your beauty, the sea breeze caressing your hair: a summer poem.

Deep in the cove lie the lazy rocks, and, perhaps some deeper secrets, even a sea monster and her mermaid lover?

We laugh: waves lick the sand, wooing the careless couple, telling again the tale of her, whose face launched a thousand ships…

Are you Helen, the peerless beauty whose fate was to have Troy destroyed?

Or are you the mermaid, for ever courted by the many tentacles?