Want to see fish dance and sing?
Stand, cold, until crystal raindrops sting
then, if very fortunate, fish may sing
and dance.
Stand, shivering, as mud begins to
prance,
then, besotted by the symphony
tumbling from our skies,
singing through their dancing, fish
exuberantly rise.
Long to see fish once again?
Imagination could soon explain;
they swim in the breathing arch of
silvered skies,
revealing from intermingled disguise
rainbow coloured melodies of
reincarnation's store,
dancing the prism song of our
disembodied core.
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Cuttlebone and Cobwebs
PoetryThe beauty of everything from in the land sea and sky from Cuttlebones to Cobwebs