Luna beckon's a siren's song
To reach the crescent moon,
she awakens before the water serpents arise,
and sea merchants sailing in from shores nearby
At crack of dawn and drawn to flickering lights,
night's natator of the bluest sea
zigzag's through the starfish
Caught in a seaweed beaded necklace,
tangled in nets sailors left adrift,
she reaches the open prismatic sky
A rainbow parrot fish tail flips over
smoothed sea glass rock
A siren goddess appears
Multicolored moments, eyes dilate
as indigo hues glow—it blankets
in silhouettes upon flowing strands of hair
Embracing the early morn with a sigh,
mystified mermaid from deep underwater
her thumping heart beats calm, in sync
with the crashing wave as it trickles down
A phenomenal crescent moon luminescent
As a cool salty wash laps the rocky shore,
it recedes with sizzling sounds leaving
pocket holes in the wet sand
Dawn calls with haunting cries,
she sings a siren's song
She's two fish swimming
in opposite directions
and physically incapable
of answering my questions
always on the stick's wrong end
yet not to harp or carp
but I'm forever on the opposite
that which is pointed and sharp
would I enquire of the right one
it's the left natator who replies
with something unrelated
from out of yonder wild blue skies
and not knowing which will respond
altho' I have my theories
with only what makes sense to me
is how I phrase my queries
but as none have even been addressed
it's become a chore &/or task
I could give in let her win
and evermore simply shouldn't ask
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