Illusion from the Sea
There are those of little faith,
and no imagination,
who say that mermaids don't exist.
But I have seen them
riding seaward on the waves,
at night in gently falling mist.
They come ashore
on silver moonlit eves;
coral garlands wound through silken hair.
Elusive and ethereal,
these maidens from the sea;
beautiful illusions barely there.
Along the shore at eventide
I listen for a song;
a vaguely distant song, yet one so near.
I hear voices from the sea;
closer now they come,
singing words of love sublimely clear.
Into the night I reach
to touch this lovely gift,
this vision from the sea.
Alas, I see them
into the dark of night away from me.
