And Sharks Circle…

And sharks circle endlessly

Soft water glitters with the moon

Liquid velvet and flash

Of fin and skin and scale and hair

I wish I had been born with wings…

 

Arabesque of bodies and love

Blue and green dappled light

Mysteries of dolphin and whale

But, I wish I had been born with wings…

 

Sirens and ships and shore

Seaweeds delicate caress

Treasure troves and supple tension

Yet, I wish I had been born with wings….

 

Familiar tales and tail

Moonlit crescents of  delicate coral

Magical domain lit with a glow

Still I ache for the sky and air

And wish I had been born with wings….

 

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