Fish
schools knife
through
the stream -
quicksilver
puddles.
In
my dream
we catch them
with our bare hands,
like fireflies,
they glow
in
the night.
Sometimes we
grab moon
beams,
by mis-
take.
Lillian Susan Thomas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-waltz-wave-dream-of-fishes/
