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.
Copyright © Brian Rusch | Year Posted 2022