Swimming around is this fish,
care-free as can be,
such a little soul it is,
to be swimming in it's sea.
Though the bowl be big,
the little fish is brave,
it swims around it's waters,
eating food it's gave.
Around in circles will it go,
swimming through the water,
it does this every single day,
it's path gets no shorter.
But one day,
not more than a tails swish away,
it happened upon another fish,
looking through its dish.
The most beautiful fish he had ever seen,
this fishies skin lime green.
when he swam along his way,
it was of she, he did dream.
He chanced to see her many times,
as he swam along his lines,
he would stop and gaze back,
with increasing frequency.
There they floated both,
pressed up against their glass,
each gazing at the other,
under watery cover.
In their bowls they gazed,
atop a table by a lamp,
near a window by a sign,
written in words divine: "fish sold here."
Many days would then go by,
until a human wandered near,
issuing a little sigh,
"I wonder what to buy."
Whereupon this humans eyes,
fell upon the gazing fish,
little did it suspect,
that through the water should come a net.
Torn away from his love,
he floats around,
atop unknown ground,
dreaming of his lime green love.
Many days would pass by,
he would utter a fish's sigh,
stop a little,
perhaps to cry.
For he knew that this was true:
he would never gaze,
through the glaze,
at his love.
Before you say "It couldn't be!
How know ye of this end?"
I answer thus unto thee:
That little fish: he was me.
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(c) D.Jason 2005.
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