There once was a mermaid
A boy on his own;
The wide lonely ocean
All home he had known.
His tail glistened golden,
His skin was sleek brown,
His smile was infectious
And he owned no frown.
His hair was like copper
Bright eyes were like jade;
His strength would be endless
His beauty not fade.
For he was a mermaid
A boy of the sea
Who swam the deep fathoms
So solitary.
He dined upon seaweed
And slept beneath waves;
He frolicked through shipwrecks
In watery graves.
Why was there no other?
Why none of his kind?
To this was no answer
So none did he find.
Free wild as the four winds,
Content just to be:
This sea boy, he blossomed
Well and naturally.
He grew up with dolphins,
Played tag with the whales;
He listened in fish schools
To oceanic tales.
He gathered up seashells,
Tamed crabs in the reef;
He never knew heartache,
Had not tasted grief.
His life it was happy,
His days they were full
But discontent slowly
Exerted its pull.
For something was missing,
His heart was alone-
Longed for some companion
That he’d never known.
This mermaid grew restive,
Dreams shattered his peace;
He’d wake before sunrise
In weeping release.
His days were distracted,
His nights were torment;
But there was a pattern
To dreams he was sent.
Each scene was so vivid
And his days were laid bare
Except in those visions
Another was there.
He pondered and worried
Till he had a plan,
Then swam toward the surface
To strange shores and land.
Just what he was seeking
Not even he knew,
Yet with course unerring
Through water he flew.
Till he reached the beaches
Of sun-kissed warm sand,
And climbed on a rocktop
To spy out the land.
He looked and he wondered
What had brought him there,
What mystical instinct
Lured him to the air.
When night came, he lay down
On bed of sea reeds
And dreams came to tease him
With unavowed needs.
Lonely without knowing
What loneliness means,
Panning for heart’s solace
And searching the gleans.
In dreams he was walking
On legs like a bird,
And someone was talking
Who, when he spoke, heard.
The skies there were sea blue,
The air it was dry,
His body was heavy
Out under the sky.
Strangest of all, a boy
Stood tall at his side-
This felt so peaceful that
On waking, he cried.
He woke to the morning
And sounds of the shore,
With tail in the water
He watched sea birds soar.
And as he lay looking,
He spied shadowed specks-
Dark shapes in the sand dunes
Thrown up from shipwreck.
Down from his rock, he swam
Alongside the shore,
He wove through the flotsam
No time to explore.
For up on the beach sand
And sprawled in the grit,
He saw a thing stranger
Than he could admit!
Lying insensible
With hair like sunlight,
An odd naked body
With skin cold and white.
This storm-tossed survivor
Was clearly a male,
Though it was perplexing
That he had no tail!
Searching through debris, he
Found no other soul;
No other survivor
Found on his patrol.
The mermaid drew closer
But saw only him
Amid all the boxes
Sails, splinters and trim.
Emboldened, he hauled up
Onto the warm sand;
He stared at the stranger
And reached out his hand.
The white skin was clammy,
The chest did not rise;
The mermaid remembered
What’s beached often dies.
He rolled the boy over
And massaged his back,
He patted and rubbed him
And dealt him a whack.
A cough made him rear back,
Green eyes growing wide
As he saw the shore boy
Roll slow to his side.
Now coughing and wheezing
But drawing in breath,
This beached boy was living-
They had cheated death.
The mermaid was frozen,
Motionless with fear,
Not knowing what strange thing
It was he lay near.
He stared at the slim lad,
Saw his white chest rise:
He suddenly looked up
And opened blue eyes.
The mermaid was awestruck
And caught in that gaze,
By blues like the ocean
On warm summer days.
The beach boy seemed also
Confused and amazed,
He stared all around him
And back, as if dazed.
“What happened?” he whispered,
Then began to shake
And crying so hard that
The mermaid’s heart ached.
Despite all the strangeness,
He cuddled up near
To wrap him in both arms
And speak in his ear.
“Fear not, for I’ve found you
and you’re not alone,”
This brought tears to four eyes,
The boy’s and his own.
To whom was he speaking?
Which one was in need?
Each clung to the other,
Each willing to cede.
For some time, they held close
On that morning shore,
Warming each other till
Both thawed to the core.
The mermaid, he drew back
And looked at the boy,
Smiled and began laughing
For sheer, sudden joy.
The boy let a soft smile
Lift up his red lips:
Forgotten was shipwreck,
Forgotten were ships.
But he had a question
That he had to ask-
Endeavored to, with calm
Accomplish his task.
“But, are you a mermaid?”
The boy blurted out,
Then blushed from his hair roots
To his perplexed pout.
The mermaid was laughing
And flicked up his tail,
“Well, I’m hardly a fish
and small for a whale.”
Now they were both laughing
And then their eyes met,
Fell silent, then reached out
Not quite touching yet.
The mermaid, he murmured
With voice like the sea,
“But you, what thing are you
you’re different from me…”
The boy frowned and, thoughtful
Answered slow, thus,
“I remember nothing
before here with us,”
“But yes, I can see that
you’re different from me-
I’ve legs for land walking,
you’ve tail for the sea.”
The mermaid, he nodded,
Knew not what to say-
Was suddenly fearful
This boy wouldn’t stay.
He reached out and clasped hands,
Pulled their bodies near
And tried not to worry,
To banish that fear.
But he had been lonely
For so many years,
He was not successful
His eyes filled with tears.
The boy, he then reached up
And brushed them away,
Then leaned in to kiss him
His fears to allay.
His lips brushed the mermaid
Upon his brown cheek,
Suddenly, he felt shy
Unable to speak.
The mermaid turned slightly
Till lips met sad smile-
They transformed that chaste kiss
To something worthwhile.
They pressed close together,
Then their eyes shuttered;
Drew instinctively near
In passion unuttered.
Their lungs breathing faster
Their flesh was aflame,
Each seeking with kisses
To stake his heart’s claim.
Their fingers were roaming
Exploring terrain,
Teenage topography
Became their domain.
There on that sunlit beach,
Warm skin and hard need
Were quick taken in hand
With young, tender speed.
They touched and they grappled
And laughed on the shore,
Though new-met, they quickly
Established rapport.
There’s nothing so lonely
That love cannot mend,
And no one that’s needful
Not cured by a friend.
It takes just a moment
For two hearts to know
They’ve found the companion
Who leaves them aglow.
The two on the shoreline
They loved in the sun,
Their joys, they were many,
Of sadness was none.
Their kisses were fueled by
Long years spent alone,
Their loving was hastened
By time on their own.
There in the morning sun,
Love gave a fresh start
And friendship grew warmer
As heart spoke to heart.
Out on that far island,
There on the warm sands,
A mermaid and shore boy
Met bodies’ demands.
With tongues and with soft words
They traded pleasures,
Until each was richer
With new love’s treasures.
Each licked at skin salty
With taste of the sea,
Each kiss did celebrate
Their love jubilee.
Till both reached their climax
Between eager lips,
There on a shore dotted
With wreckage of ships.
Sated, the two curled close
And lay in the sand;
Alone on that island,
That far ocean land.
In those arms, the mermaid
Began pondering
How it was that they met
And their befriending.
Reluctant, the mermaid
Pulled backward and looked
Deep into those blue eyes
That held his heart hooked.
“I think I dreamt of you,”
He whispered gently,
The boy’s eyes went wide, he
Listened intently.
“In dreams, we walked beaches
And swam through the waves,
We talked until sunset,
Then curled up in caves.
You listened to my voice
And marked every word,
When you spoke, I took heed
And your thoughts were heard.”
The boy listened to all
That his sea friend said,
Wrapped arms around him as
He resumed the thread:
“My life has been lonely
Out here on the sea,
In dreams have I only
Had someone with me.
But when I came looking
Up here on the shore,
Those dreams were my guide stars,
I knew nothing more.
To find you is more than
I would have believed,
That you’d also want me
More than I conceived.”
The mermaid stopped speaking
And dropped his eyes down,
Not daring to look up
Lest he see a frown.
The land boy smiled sweetly
Laid kiss on brown cheek,
And, shaking his blond head,
He began to speak:
“That tale is far stranger
Than you realize,
From my lonesome dreams did
You metamorphize.
For years I have dreamed that
I was not alone,
And as I was drowning,
Those visions were shown.
The sea pulled me deeper
And I did despair,
But as all life left me
I clawed to the air.
Determined towards something
That I could not name-
A vision of friendship
And love warm as flame.
Though I don’t remember
I must have then beached
On this morning shoreline,
The safety I reached.
Unconscious, I dreamed of
Someone calling me,
Hoped that voice would hear me
Down deep in the sea.
And when my eyes opened,
Love, there you were
Though all that came before
Is mostly a blur.
Your face was the one that
I’ve dreamed every night,
To learn you were real was
A joyful delight.”
And smiling, he kissed the
Astonished mermaid-
Who gave back full measure,
No longer afraid.
Both laughing, they lay back
In their sandy bed,
Each more amazed at what
The other had said.
They loved through the daytime
But in twilight’s hues,
They searched through the flotsam
For things they could use.
And blankets and foodstuffs,
Wood for a shelter,
Were found in the wreckage
Amid the welter.
Together, they built up
A home on the beach,
Where boy and his mermaid
Could live within reach.
For mermaids must return
To deep sea depths each day,
Where boys without tails
Come only to play.
And boys who walk upright
Must shelter from storm,
Must have tools and weapons
And fire to keep warm.
Two lovers can visit
To-gether frequently,
Though one needs the land
And one lives in the sea.
No day must be lonely
Though they are alone,
And one island shoreline
Is all of their home.
Each day an adventure
Each night full of love,
Their seasons were happy-
Sleep dreamless thereof.
The years went on forward
And brought them delights:
Days filled up with friendship
That warmed them at night.
As beach boy grew older
While mermaid stayed young,
In dreams he remembered
And memories stung.
Remembered his family
And all he had lost;
Though he was now happy,
He questioned the cost.
He longed for fresh baked bread
And trips into town,
For people to talk to
And voices around.
Though he loved the mermaid
He longed for the world,
And thoughts of a marriage
All through his head swirled.
He’d never have children
Nor a real home,
While loving a mermaid
Who lived in sea foam.
As that boy grew older
And became a man,
Grew ever more restless
Till he formed a plan.
On clifftops, he built a
Great pyre of driftwood,
Would spend long days watching
From up where he stood.
In old storm-wreck bottles
He placed many notes,
With maps to their island
All begging for boats.
That long ago shipwreck
Described in detail,
Those bottles launched prayerful
That one would prevail.
Searching the horizon
For signs of a sail,
He spent less time loving
His boy with a tail.
The mermaid was patient
Though his sea heart hurt
Each time that his true love
Climbed cliffsides of dirt.
Those fires in the nighttime
Could be seen for miles,
Be seen by ships sailing
Far from their lone isles.
The bottles held words that
Mermaids could not read,
But all floated outward
Like flowers in seed.
The mermaid dare not ask,
His love did not say,
But it grew much harder
To hide his dismay.
For years they’d been happy
Alone on the shore,
But now it was clear that
His love wanted more.
So he brought pearl presents
And silver seashells,
Gold doubloons from shipwrecks
Under the sea swells.
Yet nothing would stop him
From climbing those cliffs
And lighting each night’s fire
While searching for skiffs.
He no longer spoke to
His one sea born friend,
He chose not to reveal
What he did intend.
When the mermaid’s heartache
Deprived him of sleep,
And dreams left him lonely
Just waking to weep,
He set out to find that
Which his love did need,
He swam many long miles
With backbreaking speed.
Exhausted, he hove up
On faraway shores,
With bottles in both hands
And their missive stores.
He tossed them to dockside
Just before daybreak,
They landed unbroken-
A sound of heartbreak.
He watched his love’s bottles
Knew they’d not lay long,
And there as the sun rose
He sang a sad song.
He left before morning
But all in the town
Had woken to sorrow
That tears could not drown.
He swam home while crying
Salt tears in salt sea;
He wondered if dying
Would set his heart free.
Long sea miles later, he
Reached their island home,
He had not liked leaving,
Had no wish to roam.
His love had not noticed
That he had been gone,
In fact, he’d grown surly
And far more withdrawn.
Still climbing the cliffsides
And lighting his fires,
And still not discussing
His secret desires.
Each morning, the mermaid
Sat on a beach stone
And sang sad remembrance
Of years spent alone.
Brushing his long dark hair
With comb of the sea,
Soft singing of heart’s pain
And what could not be.
When spring became summer
A ship did arrive,
When his true love saw, he
At last came alive.
Loud whooping and cheering
Along the sea shore,
He kissed the mermaid, but
Would kiss him no more.
For sailors, they fetched him
From beach to the sail,
While mermaid was hiding-
His nerve it did fail.
He watched his one true love
Sail into the sun,
Watched while all happiness
And love came undone.
That sail in the sunset
Disappearing slow,
Shattered his sweet heart till
He cried out, “Don’t go!”
The ship did not hear him,
It calmly sailed on;
All night he lay staring,
He watched until dawn.
But ship and its sailors
Were gone from his sight,
Though he scanned horizons
From morning till night.
Day after day, he stared
Out over the sea,
His heart was a shipwreck
Of loveless debris.
For years did he live there
Alone on the shore,
Searching for sailing ships-
No joy anymore.
Slowly, the shelter they’d
Built so long ago,
Decayed and disappeared
Amid things that grow.
The mermaid kept vigil
There where they had been,
The longer the years, the
More he looked within.
Till one day, he wondered
About that far town,
With docks and tall houses
And dirt streets of brown.
Though it had been years, he
Remembered so clear,
Could sometimes hear his love-
Imagine him near.
So he set out swimming
That long ago route,
Floating to far shores in
Long delayed pursuit.
For days he was traveling
Alone on the sea,
Of what he might find, there
Was no guarantee.
Finally, in darkness, he
Reached those settled docks,
He heard human night sounds
And listened to clocks.
And when all was silent,
He climbed on the dock,
And he sang his heartbreak
As if on his rock.
All through the quiet streets,
The notes echoed clear,
And into the nighttime
He sang without fear.
Suddenly, a twig broke
And out of the dark,
Stepped familiar figure
Now older and stark.
He stared at the mermaid,
Who’s eyes opened wide,
For this was his lover
Who’d lain by his side!
Thus startled, the mermaid
Let out a soft cry;
As he began weeping,
He simply asked, “Why?
Love, why did you leave me?
Why did not return?
What made you unhappy
And my true love spurn?”
The boy who’d been shipwrecked
Was now an old man,
His gray hair was not blond
As when they began.
His back it was stooped from
His long fishing years,
His eyes were still sea blue
But glistening with tears.
“You think I’ve forgotten
What I felt for you,
But I’ve dreamed each night, each
Night left you anew.
I loved you full measure
But some things are truths,
And humans can’t live with
Mermaids who stay youths.
Oh, time does not touch you
But me it has changed,
I’m older, not wiser
Since we were estranged.
But one thing I do know
Is that human men,
They grow old and they die
There’s no knowing when.
You will live unchanging
But I had a need,
To marry and father
Children from my seed.
For that is how humans
Live on after life,
By making their children
And home with a wife.
I knew we were different
By more than a tail,
That’s why I lit cliff fires
And finally set sail.”
The mermaid listened close
With tears in his eyes,
And said, “Oh, yes, I know
A human man dies.
But I would have loved you
For all your short years,
Would always have held you
And dried all your tears.
And when you last left me,
I’d bury you deep,
And visit you each night
To sing you to sleep.
Humans know so little
Of love and the heart-
You would not speak to me
And then did depart.
But you should have asked me
And told me your fears,
For I would have told you
I’d treasure our years.
What care I for gray hairs
Or that you grow old?
What hurt me, beloved,
Was when you grew cold.”
The mermaid stopped speaking
He could not go on,
This night was near over
He could smell the dawn.
He looked up at the face
That he’d loved so long,
The man who had left him
For reasons all wrong.
The old man was crying
But he turned away,
And he left the mermaid
As night became day.
Again had he left him,
Alone with sea tears,
And gone off to live out
The rest of his years.
The mermaid stood watching
For love would not stay,
Had long ago left him
When he’d sailed away.
As dawn lit the fish docks
The mermaid did sing,
He sang of remembrance
And long ago spring.
As fishers, they readied
Their skiffs and their boats,
Came sweet sea borne sad song
From one mermaid throat.
As they sailed toward fish schools
With their nets and spears,
A heartbroken mermaid
Sang out his last tears.
When his song was over
And his tears had dried,
He set off for his home
Atop the dawn tide.
On reaching the island,
He did hesitate,
Then swam out to deep seas
And his lonely fate.
There once was a mermaid,
A boy on his own-
The wide lonely ocean
Where he lived alone.
He swam among seashells,
Sang songs in the reef;
Songs of heartache and the
Bitter taste of grief.
Oh, what is true love worth
If it’s thrown away?
And how real the passion
If time will betray?
He sang beneath deep waves
Sang on through the years
Knowing that the sea salt
Would disguise his tears.
His tail glistened golden,
His skin was sleek brown,
His tears were like sea pearls
In which one could drown.
His hair was like copper
Bright eyes were like jade-
His youth would be endless
His beauty not fade.