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 The Mermaid
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she glides to me
breeze tossing
her golden hair
waving
like old glory
thru the smoke
her smile spreads
like a rainbow
she calls my name
with a musical accent
foreign yet familiar
as we meet
and embrace…
electricity
sweeps our souls
our lips touch
trembling
thru St. Elmo’s fire
she leads my emotions
to the edge
of the seventh sea
but a hideous voice
pierces the balloon
zz reveille, reveille
all hands heave out
and trice up… zz
with sad eyes
and a single tear
she fades
into the tide
beyond my maddest grip
sealed over
in a blue green tombToulon, France ‘88
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Artwork
- "Twilight Reflection" by
Jean Hildebrant
