By the shore I saw her walking
and the tips of her feet were gently touching the sharp rocks.
Unharmed.
As if she was floating
and her weight was not from this world. 

The other day she was lying on the pebbles
and had some shells over her tangled hair.
Tangled by the salt of the sea.
And her heart?
That was tangled by the salt of love
and tangled would stay for ever.

I saw her again today.
I raised my hands and waved at her way.
She saw me.
Her eyes looked blank,
but there was a spark in her heart waiting to
start a fire.

One night I managed to get close to her
and she spoke.
She had the softest voice of all,
but she also had the sharpest blade in her hand
pointing to my heart.
Too bad the blade was invisible...

She wouldn't be tamed and I knew it.
I never fed that delusion to myself.
A wave is a wave
and obeys to the wind.
I never expected her to become a solid rock,
but I cherished the moments of calmness inside her arms.

Serenity.
Her sweet voice spoke so calm to put me to sleep,
following the tune of the waves
that rolled the pebbles all over the wet shore.
Those pebbles were keeping the songs of the mermaids
safely hidden inside them
and were now playing their lullaby for me.
Serenity.
And her sweet voice sent me to sleep.