The Mermaid

The mermaid came again last night and sat out on the shore,
And sang the way I've heard her sing a dozen times before,

A cold and lonely song she sings, of life out in the sea;
For otters, fishes, and birds she sings, but never yet for me.

She sees her blue lips in the mirror, she knows her time's not long;
As the sand runs out it amplifies the sweetness of the song.

If she might only look about, and see me standing above,
Her heart might thaw in the warm, wet rain, and surrender her deep, blue love.

Then darkness falls, the tide runs out, starlight enfolds the world;
And I'm left standing all alone, a lonely soul unfurled.