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The Mermaid
Through the gates of purple twilight under sea,
sound of sirens moving with the kelp forest silently.
In play of that light swarms of fish in synchronicity,
attracting passage into central deep intentionally.
Low adown a different light like fountain of gold,
a open theater of majestic brilliance to unfold.
On an coral altar a coiled Mermaid so fair,
glistering shine by emerald eloquent glare.
Large gorgeous eyes slim and dark pearly hair,
tender bosom marble sculpture fair.
Transitory dreams seem surrounding her,
singing of a time that is to come to bare.
That false hearts and broken vows,
bouncing back by natural balance ploughs.
Some live long minutes need truest to dare,
assisting foes in their greatest vain to prepare.
That the blind ignorance of waste has its price,
and invisible viruses spreading to entice.
Where isolation and self pity will proceed,
credited indulgence and its deed.
The despised truth and its manicure,
trivial perception enslaved in poor.
Mother earth and her salty tears,
dire souls need to overcome its fears.
If love is the living water salty and sweet high,
it will touch the impossibility to amplify.
The shores of new worlds still to explore,
the mind wants to know what is beyond for more.
Divine thoughts should be applied even in vain,
then motions are constant in the ocean of the brain.
The living oceans are the soul’s true resources,
the body of water and its delicate courses.
Copyright ©
Robert Rittel
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