That was the night when the mermaid arose
with new moons in her eyes.
The sirens did not sing their song,
and yet she knew there was nothing wrong.
That was the night when the ocean
turned
into the deepest blue she had ever seen
and she knew her faith was true
that on some night in
her deepest sleep
some artist of the land above
would inherit her dream
and pass it to the moon
and the moon would sing
with the stars in a chorus
and the sounds would
drop like raindrops
in the dreams
of the thousands who dreamed
of floating with the moon.
Inspired by your art +Gaby Constanza
Thank you :-)
with new moons in her eyes.
The sirens did not sing their song,
and yet she knew there was nothing wrong.
That was the night when the ocean
turned
into the deepest blue she had ever seen
and she knew her faith was true
that on some night in
her deepest sleep
some artist of the land above
would inherit her dream
and pass it to the moon
and the moon would sing
with the stars in a chorus
and the sounds would
drop like raindrops
in the dreams
of the thousands who dreamed
of floating with the moon.
Inspired by your art +Gaby Constanza
Thank you :-)
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