Listen, 
should a mermaid you befriend advise you-
trim your sails for home.
Let the irresistible force 
meet the immovable object.
Never mind who is who, right or wrong;
seagulls aim for both the same.

Let's hope rainbows from teardrops reveal
that power residing in simple things:
your quiet word above the roar,
your face in the aperture.
The seal imprinted on your heart
you'll never know, being but human.
Leave for others to read, you then read theirs.

Now, where should we learn 
this most ornate and flourishing font,
this most complex and impenetrable code,
but where it resembles all we know and love,
where its mystery coincides with the familiar,
and its incomprehensible forms
are found to be simple.