Burning my
eternal body
of blazing stars
on a painter's
canvas of the
night sky.
Silver rays of
moonlit dreams
sing the hypnotic
mermaid melody
to the broken
mirror of
Aquamarine.
Where waves of
marble bitterly cry
into the deep,
do not disturb
her pearly sleep...

~

*I watched her
skipping stones,
creating ripples
gently caressing
the distant shoreline
of my heart
~
As they washed
over me in
glistening
poetic motions,
I felt something
touch me deeply
~
It was love
in tiny waves,
circular patterns
reaching out then
melting away upon
the warm sand
~
And in that
moment I knew
that even though
the ripples may
disappear in my heart,
she never would