mermaids

It is often presumed that mermaids are singing to humans, but I doubt this. I think their most special songs are for each other. What do you think?

a Distant Moon

The moon rises and falls,
pale light travels through us
for we are ghosts of the hour.

Moon's hand print is the
symmetry of risings and
settings.

It is a map of twilight
engraved on my skin; a journey
of French dream and poetry.

Together, we are
dissonance of words reflecting
on a silver, silver Tree.

Poem to Circe

Circe, daughter of the sun, was a sorceress renowned for her knowledge of spells, magical herbs and spiritual purification.

Dreaming
last night
of Circe, pursuing
the Moon.

Twilight
spills red
water color passion
indigo gold,

Smudges
of moonlight
ink across
her face.

Circe, I said - wait,
my poem needs you.
She tossed white, wild sage
on my sleeping body.

In dream so
powerless
before
her beauty.

Moonlight
rising to a
zenith starred light
escaped us both.

Aubade


Beneath a canopy
of pale dawn,
the storms of
Debussy gather.

A gentle nuance,
sky traces the curve
of Aurora's neck.

Dawn rises,
wraps herself
in opal clouds
of rain.

Aurora follows the
flight of drenched birds
while still I dream.