By Dark Angel
Date: 1 March 2001
Fish dreams
The fish rises
in a silver flash
straining against gravity
for the star he believes
hangs just above the surface
like some brilliant morsel
waiting to be plucked
and savored in the depths
of his night lit den.
He falls
without grace or form
disappointed only for a moment
the brilliance
calling him back
to try again in endless hope.
The pond is silent again
in the cooling eveing
while he gathers himself
for the next effort.
And I?
Like him
and the endlessly calling night bird
I strain too
relentless
believing
that what I need in my life
is only inches beyond my grasp.
Like him
I have fallen
time and again to discover
that the brilliant stars
in the sky of my life
the tender lights of my desire
were always out of my reach
that I was relegated
to the plainer fare about me
never to have the stuff and substance
of my heart's fondest dream.
Like him, I always rise again
in laughing flashes of silver hope
breaking the barrier of my imprisoning doubts
and past experiences
daring to rise to the gleaming dream
to joy
to expectation
endlessly believing
and living beyond my fears.
Perhaps someday the gleaming dream
in that night burnished sky
will be his to claim
if his faith can sustain him
if the nightbird's song
can help him hope long enough
if he refuses to do anything
but reach for his only joy.
And me?
I stand at the edge
of my pond
and my faith
to whisper your name
in a quiet tear
and say into the rising wind
shine on, desire of my life
I will never give up
and
I will not be out dreamed
by a fish.
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