The perfume of the sea where the mermaids swim in the small cove of russet and green Far out where the birds sing
Voices full of sweet prayers bathing behind moss rocks Ivory hair ethereal, woven with colored stones limpid like the breeze, unabashed like the sea.
Allow me to touch her transparent skin. cleanse my mortal body full of sin. I breathe in the salt stung air and watch the sun cast off her flowing alabaster hair
Come back with me, abyssal world drown my eyes in your mystical whirl. Swim with your fins inside my palms Fill my heart with your whispers and songs.
I watch as their fins radiate jolts to the sky Dipping in and out of the cerulean tide. small glints of their scales will blind your mind. Step into their world and watch ur thoughts subside.
The sea grass sways where the mermaids swim in the small cove of russet and green far out where the birds sing.
These are poems that have been written over a stretch of two years, during a time of terrible hardship and illness. They are poems, letters to God, and written mementos of sorrow, pain, joy, relief, and love. Maybe even one or two of them will be words of your own heart. . . .
The cage of dreams that haven't quite taken flight yet...