An ode to a mermaid in the month of May
O red hair shaven one twin soul,
Will you know me before we grow old?
To show me the gentle waves
of His love who is silent.
And loud, boisterous laugh
lead me not away from the path
of loving the Son. The one,
mass produced and programmed maybe
or just plain crazy, you see.
Only if we can spend the cold restless
bright night, where the breakfast
is worth every single bite.
When my nose nudge your neck,
will your sweet voice
teach me the apostle's love?
How can you be like this, so close
to the source. And yet one cannot touch.
He is kind to my soul even as he rips in in two.