By the Ocean

I saw this tiny, really old little woman with perfectly white hair and a sweet face and big sad brown eyes by the ocean and this is what i thought of.

By the ocean breeze

A wrinkled white lady sees

Rocks in the shape of seagulls,

Waves like dancing unicorns.

Old white spotted fish skulls,

Billowing sails, looking like swan wings

Mist flowing freely,

Like softly drifting music notes.

The rocks all cold and steely,

Trembling boats

Like whispering nymphs

For she sees everything,

With her dim old eyes,

The other side,

The mermaids, with flowing hair,

And tails slapping the water behind them.

Knowing that soon

She will see no more.

Author's Note

Please comment, this is one of my better poems.