In the ocean, far below motion,
You reside.
Have seen you once,
Like a mermaid in the sun.
Face glowing,
Like when bees sting.
Eyes darker,
Than poles white.
Hair grown,
Longer than weeds in the sun.
Dimples deep,
As the Everest of the west.
Have come to whisper,
Once again and ever the song of mute.