There once was a prince,
as kind as can be.
Whenever he would write,
he’d sit beneath the large willow tree.
On one rainy day,
he walked to the willow
and rested his head
on the moss, like a pillow.
The tree kept him dry
but the breeze made him shiver.
The puddles turned to ponds
and his lip began to quiver.
The water rose as it rained
so he climbed up the tree.
Hoping the pond would dry
and he’d finally be free.
He then heard a voice
that rose from below,
A mermaid called up to him,
telling him to let go.
He still clutched the branch
but he asked of her plan.
She said that she could help him
swim to dry land.
So the prince dove into the pond,
quickly beginning to drown;
he flailed and kicked
as the mermaid swam down.
She grabbed on his arm
and pulled him up to get air.
Then she dove right back down
and swam who-knows-where.
The whole way he was gasping
and clinging to her hand.
When she finally stopped swimming
they were right next to land.
He thanked his sweet savior
asking if they’d meet again.
She looked at him sadly and said,
“I’d love to, but when?”
“My sweet little prince,”
The mermaid did say,
“if you grew a tail,
we’d be together everyday!”
“But my dear angle of the sea,”
the confused prince did reply,
“How would I do that?
I wouldn’t know how to try.”
Then the girl of the water
began to explain
a flower that bloomed
in a wide open plain.
It shines in the day
and glows in the night.
It can make men live in water,
all it takes is one bite.
And so the young prince
went on a journey to the field
where this magical flower
is said to be concealed.
After three days of travel
he is finally there.
But no flower he found
could even compare.
That night, he could not sleep,
instead he wandered the plateau.
When, at that moment,
A flower began to glow.
He pulled it from the ground,
running back to the mermaid
Another three days later,
he found her body half-decayed.
“I waited for you, my prince,”
the note by her bones read,
“I’ll wait for you here, love,
until I am dead.”
While he had traveled,
the water had dried
and under his willow,
his savior had died.
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 9:26 PM UTC
I saw the sun’s light stream
From this point on the world’s face,
I hear the earth’s tender dream.
I placed my fingers on the seam
That stretched down my dress’s lace.
I saw the sun’s light stream.
I savored the curls of whipped cream
From lunch near the cypress’s base,
I hear the earth’s tender dream.
My face tilts towards the gleam
Of the water’s glittering grace.
I saw the sun’s light stream.
Now I’m sensing a theme
In this eternal, undisturbed place,
I hear the earth’s dream.
This is just the world’s scheme
To escort us to the better place.
I saw the sun’s light stream,
I hear the earth’s tender dream.
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 9:11 PM UTC
Day old tea: still, stale.
Smeared maquillage in loveless,
Melancholy ruin.
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 9:09 PM UTC