Come swim with me in the sea where true love
is not earthly framed, but translates to a waterly bliss.
Listen to my song...sensual my voice...where my
soft flowing hair appears under the arch of sailing ships,
directing them with treacherous waves to their realm.
For in the depths of darknesss,...a world beyond the beach
for the mermaid, amid schools of fish..sirens of the seas,
haunting melodies...but, beware! their sirens bewitching
you under...for a watery life with just a flick of their tail.
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Reviewed by Ron Michael (Reader)
Reviewed on May 1, 2011
When it's a sensual poem such as Mermaid... So Fair, of Flowing Hair you almost know without knowing that it will be followed with the signature of Lady Vivian L. Dawson!!
Reviewed by Cliff Long (Reader)
Reviewed on April 25, 2011
A delightful twist you make
Wooden maiden guides ship's wake
Becomes a siren a sweet mate
Leads the sailor to his fate
Upon the rocky shore to late
And live once more, a mermaids' mate
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on April 11, 2011
Breath taking sweet lady...sighhh....stay safe and well...Hugsss
Reviewed by ANNA CLOUTIER (Reader)
Reviewed on April 10, 2011
I HEAR THE SONG...MUSIC FROM THE SEA...BEAUTIFUL ANNA
Wonderful!
You have made me think. There are those shamanic places in our lives to avoid, but oh me, I so often just fall right in, only to regret terrible intense pain later.
Blessings,
Christine
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Wooden maiden guides ship's wake
Becomes a siren a sweet mate
Leads the sailor to his fate
Upon the rocky shore to late
And live once more, a mermaids' mate
You have made me think. There are those shamanic places in our lives to avoid, but oh me, I so often just fall right in, only to regret terrible intense pain later.
Blessings,
Christine