Separation

Grim, dark, lonely are these days,

When thou are gone far away,

I don’t get to see thine face,

And yet have so much to say.

I’m abandoned like a wreck,

Remnants of once ocean steed,

Hoping sailor’s coming back,

Or even my mermaid sweet.

I count days ‘till thine return,

I have to, yet cannot wait,

My hopes cold out as they burn,

I miss thou, my sweet mermaid.