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