Dream Of A Mermaid

Morning mist still plays the strings,

somewhere deep within.

Haunting sounds just out of reach,

I almost feel your skin.

Closing my eyes to hide myself,

too late to escape your touch.

Like birds that sing a lovers song

Of one they need so much.

A gentle breeze, a waterfall,

sounds of summer rain.

Casting a spell that warms my soul,

to feel your hand again.

Mind transported, vision blurred

as tears run down my face.

To feel your breath upon my neck,

your voice back in its' place.

To gently hold your silken hand,

and stroll around the castle moat?

My words cannot escape this gate,

the lump that was my throat.

If I could but sing, I'd do my best

to sing all morning long.

For now I leave it to the birds,

Please listen to their song.

"After a vivid dream, I carved

the mermaid, and wrote the poem

to try to explain the dream."

Copyright 1999, Dean Tinney