Days of Fins and Scale

Play me a song, oh you wicked one
about the epitaphs of fools.
Speak through me the distance I
need to go to cut the tools
needed for the breaking lose
of this heavy ball and chain.
For I need not another time
To lose when others gain

To play a song that no one knows
is the specialty of man.
Describing why the oceans roam,
and why the mermaids ran
from the book of truth to the one of myth,
taking with them their song.
I do not need to read it in books
to know where they belong

Moving mountains and skipping stones
happens when God, he plays.
Rearranging all the clouds
to banish the shade of grays
He leaves although a little room,
for others to fill in the blanks.
And so the trident hearted ghost
steps forth from nature’s ranks

“What would I create?” he thinks aloud
“How can I enchant these seas?”
A memory then came to him
“I know it!” he said and breezed
out to the cliffs of majesty,
where lions earn their crown.
“I know that here I’ll once again
make creatures that cannot drown!”

He did as he had prophesized.
He did as he had planned.
From bags of wonder he outdrew
the mermaid in his hand.
She smiled at him and lingered there,
her red hair like a solar ray.
And then she swam out in the sea,
it’s her we celebrate today!