The Waterbird

She waits in the tides of those forgone,
like a blossom that slumbers before coming dawn,
shrouded in the secrets that echo through the sea,
hidden in the cove where oceans and magma meet.

Such a volatile place for a delicate creature to be,

yet she's at home between the chaos of land and sea.

Only a careful gaze can spot her plumes of molten fire,  

as she does not boast her scalding armor.

Shades of a heart never bent or broken,
freedom echoes in a soul, forever wide open.
She knows naught of fear or pain,
because she knows of no Earthly gain.

She is death, life, and rebirth- the same,
the cycles of nature wild, untamed.
With no complications of mankind's furrowing hand,
she wades in mystic waters of highest command.

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Beautiful and melancholy, Aramey...reminds me of a Japanese cartoon movie about a mermaid who couldn't be human and died with that love as a mermaid...I know, the Disney makeover was such happier story but the true mermaid was so sadly tragic yet beautifully evoking in the mermaids sorrow. :)

[Aramey]

Always wonderful to hear from you Ev :) I'm glad you stopped by to read, comment, and enjoyed. I may have to see if I can find that cartoon. Sometimes melancholy stories have a very particular beauty about them.

[Everett DeValle]

Exactly...it was a sad anime lol...but the original lil mermaid story...truly is a sad one. She became the foam of the sea...she sacrificed herself for the love of her human counter part. :(

Hope all is well Aramey!