Mermaids Singing

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
T S Eliot (Prufrock)

morning like faith rises
a blind man seeing the unseen
while mermaids muster
from their submarine love-land
sky and sea differentiates
into a sun splintered horizon
light upon light building
reinforcing form and colour
breathing life from the depths
the mermaids are on the move
glistening fresh in open air
sparkling at the sea’s edge
drowning the morning in their song

© Richard Scutter 11 April 2007