A MERMAID IN LOVE

A mermaid in love she is.




her hair floating in the water,


she is the daughter of the moon.


she is a metaphor inventing life,


inaugurating days, reconciling


her unfriendly shores, fighting


her heart in weird wars.






endless hours singing


alone, combing her hair,


enslaving her own soul,


diving nowhere, diving


nowhere.






a lovely mermaid she is.


lost in her water element,


mesmerized by her sick pain,


she kills but she is the one


who dies every now and then.






she doesn’t know her soul


neither the secrets the words


hold. She is lost between what


was dreamt and told. she is an


illusion, an ashamed sigh.


she is a creature of the sea


who wants to fly.






but when she opens her eyes
 
there is nothing there.




so she closes them again


and dream:


his image transverses her memory,


sanctifying her soul, infusing peace.






a piece of her pulses, pulses


yet she is just a mermaid in love


immersed in me.






-nobody will never know her heart sank in a dead sea-






Karla Bardanza .