She sits on the wave paved rocks
and takes in the cold blowing wind.
With her hair up with shells and pearls
she is the beauty of the sea.
She sits there and wonders
“Who would love me,
this creature of the sea?”
But yet still she waits for her caller to find her.
While the wind pushes through
her long tangled locks
she embraces herself
as if it is his touch.
Now the glowing sun
has stopped shining
upon her emerald blue green scales
and the warmth she had once felt has set.
She dives back into
her sea but which she calls her prison.
To wait till the sun arises
and lavishes her once more.

WoW! Really like this one.

Ahh most beautiful imagery....wonderful write Krystle

Awesome!R~Rose.This is bearifically beautiful.Your perception and depth
in this poem is fantastic.You also provided a tremendous visualization
to the readers.Keep up the great work sweetheart.You rawk!Krystle.Please
keep posting.(((bear~hug)))Put me down;you hardly know me you furry
beast!(lmao)Godspeed!Cybear

Wow, I really like this one too. (but I love anything
mermaid...sculptures, pictures, windchimes, etc)