Pisces Girl
I’m a Pisces fish and the river runs through my soul
—George Harrison
(for Amanda)
We’ve been fishing
for the stars
on moonlit nights,
finding ourselves
in some fishy
situations, searching
for that romantic
ideal—
you were soft
and dreamy,
dressed in black
like the night,
charming and alluring
all around you—
Oh Pisces girl,
you’ve taken all
the clocks
and removed
the hands, sending
me into an unknown
time warp—
you have turned
the world into
an ocean of souls,
dancing to the music
of constellations,
while I watched
your heart blossom
into a field of
violets —
Oh Pisces girl,
planting your
dreams deep
inside my soul.
January 25, 2005
--Alexander Shaumyan
The Door: Selected Poems
Our six little fishes love to come and taste my fingertips in their crockpot pool. They seem really happy swimming around no matter what the weather, joyfully coming to my fingers. Perhaps not a bad thing being a fish. Maybe they are bored stiff and curious to see something dipping in the water even if it's a paw from a hungry cat.
Ron