Seaweed and Starlight

Burning overhead,
Beacons, an array.
We swam under the warmth,
And drank in the silver.
We were fathered
By the pale death
Of the western lights.
Softness cleft the darkness-
Made the fears into infants,
And the rough seaweed underneath
Were the fingers of the lost mermaids,
Too shy for moonlight.
A touch of reality
Leaves room for a
Lake-ful of fairy tales.
And we were in it.
We were in it.

-P.B. Biles :)