(note to reader(s): I think it fits as a whole poem, but I think it could also be broken into couplets and each would be fine on its own. The place was San Fransisco Coffee Company, and the start was a drawing of a fisherman catching a mermaid. So picture that...got it? Now read...)
Mermaids entertain thoughts of transformative love while Men fish for food. The cry of the mermaid full of inconsolable longing allows the hooks to capture her. A feast may follow but is anyone actually filled?
How does a catch become the one
that signals your fishing days are done?
Could it be that the hope that drives
me to fish lays in the murky waters
but dissipates when brought into the light?
Do lives lived in obscurity fade away
in the brilliance of the spotlight?
Maybe we live with artifical darkness,
afraid of the hue that'd expose us
as mere phantoms, here today and gone tomorrow
ghosts with big voices yet so insubstantial
Reality destroys us while revealing us
a moment of clarity ends a lifetime of illusions.
To live in the sun away from the dark is the dream
that once fulfilled will end all we know we know.
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