Mermaid's Milk: a Collaboration With the Still Dashing David Williams

The moss clung tightly; making it unbearable to breathe, and she sealed her lips tighter than a clam’s— not letting the pain take over As the stars drift silently, like ships on a lost sea of darkness, she whispers to Hope: “Swim free and look for the horizon, then come back to me...” The night; collected on the leaves, drops fell like Mermaid’s milk onto an already moist floor Striking the shimmering tearful medium, it gives birth to a shower of graceful pearls as the dawn awaits --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I hear your voice drift upon a cool ocean breeze; gilded words of adoration I glide towards it, praying that it guides me, strengthens me, nurtures me like Mermaid’s milk Touch as I might, my senses are in-different to please, my voice mute! Be my Siren’s song and sing for me, serenade my senses back to life... With an inquisitive tongue, I taste an almost scentless flower It is but a wisp, a whisper, a flick of a ray of sunshine, but it was There. So much is lost. The rivulets of time, hear me, see me, like a ghostly apparition... Capture me in that moment by lovingly painting me. Sing me a song while you do, and let the Mermaid’s milk flow again. ***** Thank you David, for waiting ever so patiently for my long overdue part-- it was a very nice challenge for me to write this :) Thank you very much for the inspiring lines...