Oh, how the Ocean weeps for the mermaid
Her shrew mind; asleep from the world
Oh how he hammers himself against the sandy shore
His bitter anger unfurled
She is silent. Dead.
Curled on the cold Rock of certainty
The bare breasted, yet beloved little mermaid
Still pulling at the sea
And the Moon! Oh the false Moon
Proclaiming his regret
Both far from truth and remorse
Catching only a mere mer’s silhouette
For the Rock stands arid.
Cursed by its nature and company
Its bohemian content, of pearls and scales ~
Its relentless melancholy
So sing burdened Wind! Sing!
Sing of memories never to be lost
Of love and life and pure, sweet harmony
Of tragic death and beauty crossed
For so she will lay, as the Wind hums lament
As the Rock remains unwavering
She, but a follower of the Moon
and his eternal request
A lover of the Ocean;
An a simple life worth saving.
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
Your descriptions were perfect and while staying true to the drawing, created a great atmosphere of it's own. Great job 
sounds like you needed a hug.
ing alone,
i cant wait to read more from you
I feel ur pain and I know how hard it is to loose someone u love and even how much harder it is to write about it...lovely dear just lovely
