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The Palest Sunrise

The palest sunrise, just coming over the ocean, a summer morn.
She sits with her surf board, in her wetsuit, waiting for the light.
Once, she saw a mermaid out in those bright, deep waters.
Once, she dreamed she was one, living under the ocean, so free.
 The calm of the morning, no traffic on the highway by the beach.
No music or people making a commotion of their lives, of avoiding death.
She knows she’ll be no more one day, back to ashes and dirt and the sea.
Mermaids may live forever, but not a young woman, and not even our dreams.
 The sun is soft at first light, like a mother who holds her infant so carefully.
But as the day gets older, as we get older, the harshness cannot be held back.
She picks up her surfboard and heads to the water, to the crashing azure waves.
A mermaid song calls out to her, reminding her that something remains, after all.
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Walled Garden

A crack in the tenemant wall
I would disappear through,
come to this walled in garden
and play all day with you.
So many games and adventures to play
down by the cool waters.
Sitting hand in hand with you,
one of the Tsar’s many daughters.
The sun was honey in your hair
and the glimmer in your eye.
With you all was well,
I never had any need to cry.
As the sun fell I’d kiss your cheek
and go back through the wall
to the angry words and harsh things,
the corruption that held that life in thrall.
But I’d always return to you again,
and we grew as angels in the light.
Without a thought we’d nap in the sun,
as I held you so close and tight.
Yet even in our walled garden time did pass
and soldier’s of red did come.
Forced to know of he forbidden tree we were
by their cruelty’s bitter sum.
But I held close to you, I stayed near,
as the rifles were fired.
For being with you in the garden
had been all I ever desired.