Merbabies
by Cathy Buburuz

A ghostfinger points
to the half moon
And I am ripped
from a dream
And this is not
what it would seem
For a daydream
comes in light,
A nightmare
with the night
And I so sane, so sane
here upon the dock;

Yet, I do hear and feel
that ancient mystical drone
See golden seaweed strands,
fluorescent starfish bone
The tails that sparkle night
explode in beads of teal light
And Lord, this is confusion
to be swallowed by illusion
here upon the dock;

And now as tails brush
the aqua sperm does rush
Like magic jelly cast
in remnants of a past
And mermen do command
merbellies to expand
And that which was deceiving
now becomes believing
here upon the dock;

O Lord, how they do come
tip to tail
tail to tongue
To splash my dream awake
my soul to surely take
To walk the beach alone
amidst the ancient drone
To bury this illusion
in sandcastles of delusion.