Wave of Fantasy
Somewhere far beneath the mystic tide
golden fish swim and shy mermaids hide.
Magical creatures seen by keen eyes
dance with waves tinted by blue of skies.
what if, by night, a different tune,
upon sea rocks, attended by Lune
an old seaman, long beard and long hair
plays color-filled notes on silver lyre.
It happens each night if waves aren't high
the songs begin on evening's sigh
softly, then swelling, tinted notes sound,
filling night air with beautiful sound.
Notes of gold, silver, aqua and green
misty droplets of colors unseen
heard by ebon skies, notes in night air
colors joining sapphire stratosphere.
Heard by waves, seen by a seldom few
playing tinted notes each night anew.
spirit relic from long-ago sea?
dweller in ocean's deep mystery.
February 9, 2023
for Wave of Fantasy poetry contest
by Mystic Rose Rose
3rd Place!
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2023
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