The Mermaid

The sea beckons me,
memories of times gone.
Of ships and swimming all night long,
the pull is strong.

Power works of Sun and moon
to draw me to this darkened womb,
lost, alive I do not know,
both contain the story shown.

Many life times I have come,
searching for my dearest love.
Hunting, hoping, lost in dread–
can I hold this tender thead

Hope alone becomes my bed.

– Shenayda Deane (2000)