she was a daughter of the water.
her eyes gleamed like their sapphire depths, though the rare rain that fell from them
was just as salty.

some days, she wished she had never left their cerulean currents,
innocence left behind, fading bubbles in her wake.
longing ate at her heart like acid.

her sister warned her,
but the siren call was too strong.
little songbird of the sea,
called by the melody of the earth.
spiraling notes of emerald leaves
and opalescent, satin clouds
that the sea does not sing.

and so she ascended from the abyssal black
pearls on her neck cold and bright as winter snow,
hope warm and coral pink on her cheeks.