A wish to see the outside world of wonders

the sort only found in dreams: thingamajigs, people and clothes full of splendor.

Falling, falling, still not quite so drowning,

Wet hardness, met with the surface of the ground.

Looking up, friendly tickle of the air and hostility the warm sun frowning.

 

Slowly, tentatively, feeling the coldness of a skin and complexion somwhat similar,

the pulsing from the wrist far and between,

Death awaits this beautiful creature that the blank eyes have seen.

 

Quickly sealing themselves to the other's lips, warmth radiates. 

Rose forms on the cheeks, spreads.

Pray-thee, give strength to the human dozing near the sea.

Granted, faith in me. Saved the man, and rippling pain seals the fate.

 

Coincidence, the heart be still,

breath is caught upon meeting the lad near the hill, supplies in tow.

How deeply to reveal to the ethereal being his savior!

Lips part wide at the tip of the tongue, memory hazy and head bowed.

A smile easy to the eyes, he asks for a name, a name foreign to 

his small-worldly ken.

 

A mannish name indeed for such a slender-bodied mistress,

The voice of the boy with horns hiss, smirking,

pain on the right shoulder blade, stinging, sins singing.

Everyone is met cordially, none more attractive than the rescused,

obscure the woman held tightly by him,

A pang in the chest at the revelation: your beautiful man's already a lover.

 

T'is not the splendor envisioned from the skies,

Knive held in newly feminine hands, tormented by the horns' lies.

Falling, falling, quite so like drowning,

met with the darkness of the abyss, greeting inviting, suffocating.

The knive is dropped, embedded, not her, not him, but in thee.

 

One last feather, black and frail

to the floor, time is up man.

The boy with horns, scowling at the annulment of the contract,

life unkind to the angel man now a human woman.

 

Down the waters the remains, white foams

scatter the blues, the angel declaring his love to the rueful man, 

flowing, flowing, somewhere only the sea knows.

 

A wish to see the outside world of wonders,

the sort only found in dreams: mortality, ordeals and love yonder.

Swimming, swimming, reaching a harbor,

greeting the beautiful creature manning the ship with a "Hello."

 

 

A variant/alternative of "The Little Mermaid."