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The Mermaid II

Very Early On, the Water’s Trail Oh, have kind heart-thoughts For Moon songs sung on bright nights As the Mermaids Sing… __________________*_______________ Oh, we dream young and wild in Time's means Youth-centered but aging unto passing Though as if unaware of Tides that bind We still sing ourselves, into swimming sleep’s casings Was it, is it all for naught, our Sages ask Are we just fools to dream like this Or is 'This' all of it, the yin and yang As awake or sleep, we sing. _______________*_________________ Other Worlds Sounding He had been resting there on Mermaid Point for some time Would she come, this time, his new friend? Sometimes she appeared... almost eager Suddenly emerging from the waves giggling Eyes sparkling in greeting Glad to see him, and he... her, too Two distinctly different beings in such different company again... or? A future Gate perhaps passing... Another future story unfolding, or forgotten past found A Trail far different than any Here-to-fore remembered traveled. Sometimes she arrived buoyant, unafraid Other times, seeming very elusive Here and yet, not here, fearful Cautious in the exteme Just mysterious, or what... Between them, it was not a welcome discussion point Pertaining to a relationship of any kind… For when any subject of her and he came up She was soon gone. In addition, he had always thought it was funny No Mermen were ever seen with her, or even talked about After all this time… it seemed strange. No mention or sight of fathers, brothers Family or friends of any kind Be it together, near them in consort, or in discussion... She was always alone. And he felt, no, knew... if he tried to follow her It would be the last time he saw her. He had finally just understood… The meetings themselves were to remain Very unique and special For in them together, from memory storage They alone, knew this as true… A very, very rare thing was occurring. Two worlds meeting, Humankind and Waterkind Close, yet still... strangest of friends. And he always believed It was because of special choice... Her’s, not his. _________*________ She had come up to him long ago After seeing him in conversation with some Fire Sprites The ones that liked to play around Water-spouts in storms Which she had soon learned were just Firesprite slides. Just not so aware of their own rarity... This ability to transform into playthings Which evidently, Water will. Still, Fire and Water Fire and Man Then why not Water and Man? He had seen her a few times nearby And finally invited her to join in with them. Hesitant at first, and then persuaded By the humor of the Sprites… Who unafraid, seemed to have no fear Of this man-thing she saw with them In friendly conversation and laughing, enjoying life. She stayed, and over time, came closer. That was when she discovered He already could swim underwater… For a very long length of time. Being seen other times swimming On and with Whales and Dolphins. Not all that rare she agreed But it was the large Sharks that really got her attention Even she was leery of being around them. And for him to simply call them... and they came... The big Tigers, most of all? Simply said, she had never heard Or seen anything like him. And so curiosity won out that time And though hesitant, for many times thereafter. Of course once a subject to her attention She realized she had heard about him From stories that were inter-related… When discussed in groups Playing in the waves breaking Or under quiet full-moonlit skies When old stories were told by their elders. Others knew of him... He was even mentioned as there in the old times As being there.. present. Especially, whenever the subject included diverse beings And their relativity to Mother Nature And even the Light Beings. The Light Beings… that was a vast, truer wonder. They too knew of him... She heard that he even was purported to be a close friend Of the one called… Noxpele She who lived in the Volcano Caverns. Yet, no one she knew alive Had ever seen her fiery countenance All being legend, wrapped in earliest history. How could he be a part of that? But it was his song that he sang… Overheard one night alone While on the beach called Mermaid’s Point. She heard him name it so after their first meeting. And in that naming... Well, it was that which made her determined To know more of him. He seemed to come from a much different... Space, Place, and Time Where her people’s legends were but fantastic stories. How could he be part of that, and be still living? She made it a goal of hers to find out.

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