saffulizardi

I decided long ago Not to go to Ingo. Where, deep beneath the pale green sea All is wild and bold and free. I decided long ago Not to stray near Ingo. Where the Mer surf currents strong And the day is short, but also long. I decided long ago Not to talk of Ingo. Where secrets lie buried in the sand And all is allowed, except for land. I decided long ago Not to think of Ingo. Lest I heard the Mermen cry, “Come to us. Leave the Sky.”