Sheer gown flowing with winds,
She looks to far horizons...
All one. Sends laughter to
Dolphins, foam, waves.
By moonlight, her silhouette
Stands elegant. Clouds hide
Her beauty from stars.
Morning finds one wish
Escaping teared lips,
'This heart will not beat
Again...hear me, Time.'
She walks in foamed grace,
In framed Life, in grief.
'This heart will live again
When I find love constant...
Tell me when...please.'
She listened to silent words,
Slipped off her gown, strode
Queenly into the sea...the
Only constant lover.
Mermaids knew their beginning.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maid-of-panthea/
