Echoes of the Silent Shore

"Hush your crashing," whispered the moon to the sea, as the sound slowly faded from the mermaid's laughter. Luna heard only echoes on the shore, a silent symphony that had been ebbing across the sea, perhaps hereafter. Often, when moonlight glimmered its soft celestial light, she would allow me a brief glimpse of her golden hair. It rivaled the glow of stars in the sky's ebon night, but no longer is she here, swimming in shallows there. Her dulcet voice was as lovely as any seraphic hymn How I longed for the possibility of getting closer to her, but I feared she'd be frightened if I went for a swim. So, I gave up on that desire, thinking it best to demur. The shoreline has become desolately quiet and bleak. No longer does the mermaid ride upon a wave's curls. No songs from the mermaid, whose vision I now seek. No sighting of her tresses, nor her necklace of pearls.