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A Mermaid Or a Lonely Man Dreams

Updated on March 27, 2011

Saute his inner soul

Desire for freedom burns inside,

in the middle of the ocean,

he could not disembark

the salty air, saute his inner soul

a robustly man weakens,

Alone at sea, away from all necessity

deprived of a warmth of woman

desire for freedom burns inside.

the whistle of the wind rush past his face,

it reminds him of her soft scented negligee

he clinched his jaw and squeezed in dismay

longing to be touch with the transient desire

for the love of a woman 

The waves rocked the ship in a timely manner

he watched the seagulls

as they glide overhead

he want to go home,

He recalled a verse from Isaiah,

above him stood the seraphim's

each one had six wings,

with twain, he covered his face,

he covered his feet,

in addition, will twain he did fly.

The mission was taking a toil on his sanity,

suddenly an extremely cold touch startled hm

behold there stood a fair woman

a Mermaid, a lonely man's dream.


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    • bbnix profile image

      bbnix 7 years ago from Southern California

      You are a natural...

      Voted up an beautiful, my friend!!

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      Annie 7 years ago from NewYork

      thank you for commenting ,just love to write.

      it a natural thing for me

    • bbnix profile image

      bbnix 7 years ago from Southern California


      To me, women are mermaids...

      A back of a time tortured hand drawn across a simple brow

      Quiet, not a sound but the lapping sea

      Draining, life beckons to he

      In a tiny moment, endless

      A mariners dream come nightmare

      A deep longing for beyond a red horizon


      Yet her voice still rings clear

      "Return to me my dear"

      And a strength of ten thousand lays desolate

      For dreams sometimes do not come to pass

      And a woman sometimes is beyond reach

      And there, my friend, lays all that is lost