Melusine

Water flowing
Yellow blossoms falling
Panels of reflection
Mirrored with desire
MElusine her laughter
Was part of her gentle fire

Popping frothing bursting forth
A veil of soft perfume
Sunken in her softness
Deep within her womb
Existence of a message
Without shoes she feels cold
The door is closed forever
On water she is sold

Brushing her hair of sable
Locks
Concealing her pure heart
Water flowing from her eyes
The streaming voices start
Rising from the ripples
Those hazel eyes as she
Half submerged in weed and wisdom
Just smileS back at me