A Mermaid - Waterhouse

mid song yet almost lost to longing methods of the mundane soothe no more the distance holds my gaze in ways that purge time but not infatuation the intricacy of binding spells compels steals me back to last gasps of ecstasy the shimmers of tears clash with murmurs still embedded in stone the lapping waters draw me under until it is I, that is too weak of will so, in your embrace, I would expire entranced completely by desire no lapsing thoughts nor dread in swathes but a mystery scaled in a myriad of ways woken up and ushered in retrieved from perpetuality of sin by moving earth and crashing wave transfixed eternal by all the ways you save