Magic Dreams

Two tired mermaids
Lay on Seal Rock
Crashing sun and white water
Against their salty skin

Secrets weren’t on their lips
But they whispered anyways
For the sake of friendship tales
Locking fishtails instead of pinkies

Greens, blues, yellow hues
They dream because they can
Giving themselves up to magic
And floating through the tide’s enchantment

Somewhere farther down
Fishermen lurk with pointy hooks
Lusting over the catch
Different dreams mounted on those walls

Though they’ll never net the mystic friends
Because they do not dream
Or believe in magic
Those imaginations, crushed by the swell