Stranded

Stranded on fantasy island; face to petal with a wild flower,

I was "shot" to this place not unlike a shooting star.

Sweat trickles on my arm, shimmering a reflected moonbeam-

now I find myself day dreaming of Marco Polo-ing mermaids.

One with eyes closed, seven more hiding through a haze of sea-green-

mist and the whole entire time I lay here, motionless and mesmerised.

 

Now you know I can't be faulted for being mesmerised;

the trance must be due to that purple, impish, wild flower.

I find myself pondering existence, and why that haze is sea green...

It must have been a wild ride aboard that shooting star.

I dust myself off and approach the shoreline and the mermaids-

who are dancing in the ocean which is shimmering a reflection of a moonbeam.

 

The dance of the beauties astounds me beneath the bright moonbeam,

as a human-fish washes ashore and gazes upon me, mesmerised.

Her hair covers her breasts and I shudder because I know I now love a mermaid;

in love!  Could it be she is just as fragile as that lonely purple wild flower?

I get lost in her hypnotic eyes and my trance is broken by a reflection of a shooting star-

and I can't help wondering if it's real; or another illusion of haze in shades of sea green.

 

Finally, I see her eyes and not what's behind them; they're color is of course sea green-

and her intelligence marvels me as I realize she is brighter than the moon beam!

So can I hook my hopes and dreams to an untouchable shooting star?

Could I wake up every morning next to a woman who is a fish, mesmerised?

I never thought they were real.  Not like the simple purple wild flower-

that I had just seen.  Is it possible, remotely possible, to live with or as a mermaid?

 

Of course not.  Our hearts will break, those of man and mermaid;

it is a story to be left in the imaginary land of enchantment colored sea green.

One day a hurricane will ravage this island and wipe out the purple wild flower,

and everything will be different; save of course the brilliant moon beam.

I can't help it though, I will forever live with her memory, mesmerised-

but when I see it I shall wish it upon that fleeting shooting star.

 

I whisper words and explain to her the meaning of the shooting star,

of course she doesn't understand because she speaks a language of mermaids.

Then she kisses me and I become the epitomy of the word "mesmerised",

and I hear giggles from all of her sisters of the great "sea green."

Her kiss empowers me and I feel as though I could dance on the moonbeam-

but I know this moment to be as fleeting as the life of that lonely wild flower.

 

Shot here on the back of a shooting star, straining my eyes through the sea green-

haze and dazzled by the aquaintance of a mermaid.  Skin shimmering in the light of the moonbeam

that illuminates the world where I am mesmerised; All from a single glance at a wild flower.