restless

in the dead of night

the ocean's daughter

springs to life

across the water

with hair of blue

and scales of green

she remains hidden

barely seen

she lives a life

beneath the foam

and skims the space of

and sand and stone

she rides a gilded chariot

weaves through the passing ships

songs of sadness and triumph

escaping from her lips

on and on into the sunrise

filled with secrets that she keeps

all in hope that one day

she'll return to the deep.