The Mermaid and the Moon

She climbed the liquid staircase just to gaze at gleaming stars; all she wanted was a wee one to light up her fair boudoir. A thousand times she spied them flash across the midnight sky; she strained so high to catch one, but the mermaid could not fly. Exhausted with hard striving, she lay back against the sea, rocking on the waves, gently, as she rested peacefully. The moon, climbing his set arc, saw her glistening on the foam; at first sight so madly loved her, longing to take her home. To lightly comb her flowing hair, he sent a small moonbeam, who tangled in her tresses and woke her from her dream. With a flash, her glittering tail slapped the water and she fled, sliding down in the ocean, hiding in her pearl lined bed. The moon, absent one moonbeam, wanders heaven, round and round, surveying seas and oceans, praying his mermaid is found. Sometimes in the deep, dark pool he sees a shining light start beneath the frothing billows, and he clutches for his heart. Forever in his orbit... she, forever in the waves, her hair with his beam glowing, all of love he ever gave. Faye Lanham Gibson Copyright, May 31, 2014