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A Story Of Old

She has heard stories of old
Of men with legs
That takes the lives of many
Of her friends
Is all this just a fantasy as she thinks of stories of old

As she sits basking in the sun
Her golden flesh cascading
With the sprays of the deep blue sea

She sits upon the rock
Were the waves laps
From morn to night
Braiding her long raven hair
As her tail sways to the waves
From story's of old

The golden rays reflect
Of the gems of spray
As it splashes around her
In its foamy depth of blue wonder

She opens her rose colored lips
To sing a soft haunting melody
That as captured a many souls
That has been cast into a world of bliss

She dives below the waves
To capture a friend
Its skin so smooth
As it roams the seven seas

They frolic and play
In the ocean of jade
That as carried the life
Of so many souls
Down to the depths of the seas

But amongst the beauty
Of the seven seas
She still wonders
How man can walk upon the earth
With two legs I might add
Is that no a tad strange
For one who lives under the sea

How can they breathe the air?
That strangles the voice of purity
How can they dance as gracefully?
As the dolphins swim
From place to place with so much ease

Then to her surprise
She finds a dream come true
The one that moves her soul
The one that makes her shake with
Exquisite joy at the mere sight of his face
Is a mere mortal just like you and me?

She longs to be apart of his world
To walk the lands and smell the flowers
That bloom in April showers

She longs to be apart of his world
To feel the warmth of Mother Nature
As the sun shines down on thee

She longs to taste the tender kiss
Of love that blooms inside one soul
As man and wife learns the joys of life

She longs to hear the laughter
Of children running through the lands
As they play hide and seek
In the land of make believe

She longs to hold a child
Close to her heart
And sing sweet lullabies
In a mothers world of bliss

Her soul bleeds
To hear the sounds of family
Singing their Christmas yuletides
With glee as they sing carols
Next to a snowy Christmas tree

All that just out of reach
As she watches with sorrow
At the man that invades her dreams
She glances at one last chance
To touch him briefly
As the waves surges
To carry her to her ultimate of all dreams
Tears fall as she realizes
To let him know she exists
She must risk her life for just one touch of bliss
She touches him briefly he sees her
She sees him he wonders
To himself is this just but a dream

He catches her beauty before a glimpse in the light
He catches his breath as he watches her float
In mid air graceful with all that she is
Then like a dream she fades
Into the deep blue ocean
Never to be seen again

Was it just a dream?
Was it just a fantasy of stories of old?
Of how mermaids captured the soul
Of mere mortal men to lure them
To their deaths to the bottom
Of the deep blue sea

Perhaps the vision he just saw
Was in fact just a fantasy
One told by many
A story of old

poem by Kaila George
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