From my book, Severe Silence. http://amzn.to/2u0ZDbx
I am a child of the sea
A mermaid stranded in the hills.
I need the sea
My lifeblood, salty on the lips.
I am not the far-gazing horizon type
But a collector of debris
Washed up by the waves
Focusing on every bit of sponge or shell
The morning sea-breeze calming
The waves teasing closer and closer
The sea calling to me to melt
Into its depths
And be no more