BLACK FLAME

Mermaid
 

your origin is a mystery

and I accept not knowing it

whether dancing in the hidden reaches of mind

or leaping forth from the opened heart

majestic or merciful

you come of your own accord

capricious

as a butterfly in its flight

but with the surety of a bee

returning to the hive

bringing pollen for

honey

and the scent of honey

an ember of sandal in the censer

attar of roses

OM

and I remember the peacock spreading his fan of feathers

and the coruscating quality of stones like labradorite and opal

and the smoky shine of a black pearl

before you go