From pools of xylophone clear
  From caves of memory
  I saw the children at heart
  That we once used to be
  Borne on foaming seahorse herd
  Compose with trumpeting shell
  From lines across their hands
  A song as new as new moon
  As old as all the sands
  Shrank to stagnant from Atlantic wild
  Lost that child 'til mermaid
  Smiled
    Summoned by drum rolling surf
  As laughing fish compel
  The young boy woken in me
  By clanging diving bell
  Breakers pillow fight the shore
  She wriggles free in the tide
  I'm locked in adult land
  Back in the mirror she slides
  Waving with comb in hand
  I was lucky to remain beguiled
  Grown to child since mermaid
  Smiled