It always seems to me
Spellbound with the shroud of pure sensation
Too young to see ahead just yet
Retrospect: the teacher in all this
It wills a not a lesson but a fairy tale story.
Magical thoughts to sleep in
Enchanting the motion to pursue
Yet the actions happily blend into zero;
They ripple as righteous as ever -
up-and-down-and-outwards across the water's surface.
A beautiful thing suddenly sparkles delicately*
Hinting at a happiness that lives elsewhere
Creating a space in time for us both to step into
Attracting the comets closer, inwards:
To impact.
At the bottom of the pond
A strange Aquarius
Actuates another dream to follow
Absolutely, this time, there shall be no
Failure
Just another ripple in the water
It unveils itself as*
// A Weird Fish poem
