Mermaids are rumors the moonlight keeps,
a shimmer slipping past the edge of sight,
they haunt the places where the shoreline sleeps
and turn the ocean’s hush to velvet night.
They braid the seaweed into secret crowns,
they laugh in foam where human hands can’t reach,
they know the language of the undertow
and leave strange pearls in footprints on the beach.
Some say they sing to sailors filled with ache,
to hearts too heavy, wandering too far,
and if you listen close beside the break,
you’ll hear that song inside you, soft and star.
So if the tide feels like it knows your name…
smile back. The sea is never quite the same. 🧜♀️🌊✨