Her Song

Only her song with its touch tames the sea,

sweet echo, majestic and pure as can be.

Held firm by its grip she's uncovered a flaw,

and masters its essence, right down to the core.

In all the seas glory it lowers its tone,

allowing the waves to relax as they roam.

With rapture its prison caresses her skin,

an ongoing insult that's trapped her within.

It taunts with each ripple in tussling her hair,

the touch of fine cloak hides a body so bare.

But down in the depths she's aware of its tune,

deep blue has a mask that will unveil real soon.

While lowering herself on the wide ocean shore,

it calls for one final upcoming encore.

In darkness it pleads as it murmurs her name,

Sea's ongoing secret, unable to tame.

With mystical song that she echoes once more,

a beautiful presence not far from the shore.

This mermaid will keep the sea's fury at bay,

her voice always giving cool water a sway.

This piece is a continuation from my first poem, Secret In The Sea.