he visits me often
golden bird with black markings
landing on my hand gently
his company is a treasure

I swim in rough waters
my coral village is weary
on my soul at times
his song soothes me

occasionally he walks
across my tail
head turned sideways
as if he is listening to
the sounds of the sea

my friend from the air
comforts a merman
who needs quiet beauty
a gift from heaven