To All Wishes Spent

Mermaids know freedom, deep in dreaming waters.

Know a secret star, a childlike god, for their children.

In the sea that fills the stars with desire and lust,

and a touch of grace in the things so distant

A song that sweetens the desire to leave for the sky

and wash away the face we are bound to in a home harbor.

Out of the corner of our hearts they slip into dark depths

and cannot be touched or captured or brought to the sun.

Without form, without birth, without the bones tied to death,

hearts full of wine and silver threads counting down to dawn.

I can see her swimming somewhere past the bow, as stars weep,

and a memory goes from bleeding to only shedding gold on my palm.

Mermaids know freedom, and I know loss and shame and regret,

chasing after those mermaids, to the end of my days, to all wishes spent.


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