Meanwhile, the Mermaid

Following his brain
The reluctant, smiling gentleman sat.
He searched the wind for answers,
As it tickled his legs -whispering-
He walked away, empty-handed,
Still gliding on clouds.

From this high point in life -sailing the skies-
He descended
Like the mending ambient sounds,
And landed.

It was not fate, no
More so a trait
Of his misplaced soul.

He so longed to be part of the sky again,
Like a Green Coloured kite:
Slowly untangling the thin string
As the air lifted and made him sing.

But soon he yielded to the starlight gaze,
Knowing that his mind was stagnant in a maze.
-Yet, he remained hopeful.

The gentleman,
(For he was an innocent soul),
Hoped that his contentment
Would role from Lands of Magic,
Making his life less tragic.

To lands of Fire Mountains and Middle Earth,
He finally came upon an Underwater city of Mirth.

The ocean town was where she came;

-The Mermaid-
With her picturesque and radiantly-red-glowing hair,
Her adorable and oh-so-fragile face,
All tied together with a promising smile-
The type of visage that gives hope, and warms

The cockles
of

My heart

so much so

that words

Trail off

to

tears

and

become

ineffable-

Much like the wind that carried him as a Green kite.
Each day this gentleman attempts
To utter a sound to the Water Goddess,
though his words fall short of the Meaning he wants to convey.
-Yet he still remains hopeful for the next day.