It’s in the unspoken truths, the perennial despair,
the cloud of doubt and uncertainty’s wave that you’ll find me-
the sea-nymph with eyes a mystic brown, feeding on all that could’ve been.
I am the ocean of guilt in your eyes, my saltwater tears your raging current.
Did I ever tell you I see your eyes in mine? Mirrors never lie, you are my eyes.
And thus you’re a part of my soul, our eyes the window.
But in yours the ocean swells, your regret angering the water within,
and yet your love lets my ocean shine a crystal blue.
One day we’ll return to where sand castles didn’t need to be metaphoric, and the ocean was a mere place to frolic.
Until that day, the memories set me free, and because of you I rise
a mermaid, preening with the grace and strength you can only long to call your own.
Think, Poseidon.