THE BOY AND THE SEA. 🌊

The sun winked across the powdered stone,
Painting canvas with farewell hue.
Slowly, the tapestry began to fade—
Past the horizon, the artist withdrew.

A patron of purples was she— yes, the sea.
Deep and endless in her brew.
Her face, an imitation of fading art—
Where captains vanished, along with their crew.

Some moments, she stood strangely still,
Other moments unruly thrashing.
She was worth all trillion words from the book:
Desirable, despicable, and dashing.

Unknowing the danger that loomed beside him,
The boy walked her shifting shores.
He knew to reach home before colors dimmed,
His toes grinding salts of monoliths past and more.

As the moon took its turn on the canvas above,
As it flung glitter and chips of light,
The boy’s pace and heartbeat hastened.
Sooner, but not later, his feet were in flight.

Sand spoken footsteps—
Pitter-pattering in the dark.
Disturbing the sea’s uneasy slumber—
With soft, silty starts.

Had he been another,
Her fury would smother,
But something special, was he—
Spared his life, unlike how she should be.

From the ocean floor, a stirring arose.
Forbidden emotions that could not be.
Longingly calling out to the boy, her whispers in waves,
Revealing stories and secrets told only to mermaids.