MERMAIDS CRY

I knew a girl who walked on water,
no ordinary girl but a mermaid’s daughter.
But as incredible as this incredible gift may appear,
She could never enter the water so soft and so clear.

For folk tale as ever as hills they are old,
is one of great sadness if ever it’s told.
For man and mermaid never should love,
for the child they bare stays on land up above.
And never will touch her fair mother’s hand,
for an unbreakable barrier forms between water and land.

But still every day when the wild waters die,
she meets with her mother and peers into her eyes.
And as the water rises and ripples distort her view,
she parts in sorrow from this enchantered cold cruel world of blue.

MERMAIDS CRY

francis  carter

Joined November 2009

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