Dear Mother Nature

Dear Mother Nature,

Will you lend me an ear? 

I’m not sure about God, 

You’re the highest to whom I kneel.

My spirit is compromised,

And I have no way to heal.

I shout this in front of your Image,

The one that She made real,

Just like the Love, the Truest I feel.

Why was I born in the sea?

The one where the waters completely,

Have their way with me?

Where the waves are far too cold,

Like the men who tell me not to cry,

Nor ever to sit when I pee.

Privileged with boats at birth,

Where standing is possible,

As well as sleeping in spree.

Where words can travel faster

As they cruise with the breeze

Yet they look down

On swimmers like me,

Far too fluid and tired to reach

For domination of the sea.

Is that why you sent me Her?

The Mermaid of Fire,

My Naughtical Desire.

The One who can swim purely on instinct,

But also the One who can burn 

Those oppressive fishermen.

Who for far too long,

Have hunted Her skin.

Locking up Her kind,

With harpoons to the fin.

She warms up my waters,

Uplifts me at the waist.

Floating in place,

With Her Love and embrace,

Timeless in pace,

We look up to celestial space,

Tracing the vase

To forever showcase 

The lace of our grace.

Where we forget about the waters,

That will drown us both one day

hopefully face-to-face.

It’s important to note,

I’m far from a saint.

I’ve done her much wrong,

My nature is quaint.

Of course she bestowed the vision,

To more beautifully paint,

With the strokes of my chest,

I now glide with restraint,

My commitment unwavering,

Our bodies set strait.

But how could You be so cruel Ancestral Mother?

Why send Her another?

Her gaze is astray,

I can feel the cold again,

With the splash to my face.

As she openly swims away,

Now the salt takes over my sight,

She tells me she’ll be back,

For I’m the One after all.

But can I Love Her the same,

With these newly wounded eyes?

I guess it wasn’t enough for me,

To be born without a boat,

And to be far too kind to steal me a ride.

Vulnerable by design, 

It’s no wonder my innocence

Was taken from behind,

From a fellow swimmer of my kind.

I guess it wasn’t good enough

For me to learn of their ways,

The Mermaidens whose freedoms

We buried alive,

So now I do my best to help them survive,

As I empathize and empower their drive.

So much so,

That I sacrificed my future as a father

So that She could thrive.

Oh why, oh why

Is a racing heart, 

In this suddenly cold foam of a sea, 

My new reality?

Will I ever be able to float the same,

With my Mermaid of Flame?

As I fear the inevitable,

Is a cosmic stain,

In which another vase is present,

Where I look up and my legacy wane

Reminded brutally, 

That these waters can never be tamed.

Like the moon that controls these waves

And cause nothing but pain. 

I’m going to stop you right there my child.

It’s an honor to flow In my Deep Blue 

filled with far more than you’ll ever know. 

Forget about those men,

They envy your grow.

Those sailing the sea,

Are really just cursed with control,

A futile toll. 

Their words might spread,

But they’re shoeless in soul.

When she says you’re the One, 

You take it as so,

For you opened the chambers 

Of a limitless glow,

Hidden away by those speeding the globe.

For how long? I’m not the only one that knows.

I gave you my Intuition after all,

Pay attention as close as can be,

Do not run away like the others in misery.

Is it One for all, or all for One?

Recognize the sea is only as cold as that history.

My child, why do you think She burns so bright?

She feels your pain with all of Her might.

She knows the mystery of the Deep Blue,

It’s the longest story of flames that never flew. 

There’s a lot of making up to do.

So when you see those stars,

Align your heart as to not let your view askew.

For those are breakthroughs of Her and you.

The Eternal Force of Love and Truth.

So whether you swim in sorrow or in ecstasy,

Believe in your Mother, Believe in the Sea,

For it holds all that is dear to Me.

Believe in your Love, It might be Supreme.

Let it guide your waves,

So when you meet your final daze,

They kneel to thee.

The Father of Nurture.

Who let us all be free.