Paul Carlson

Moonlight In The Head - Poem by Paul Carlson

Scores of tiny fishes
swimming in a stream of ore.
My yearning heart goes
out to them
as I want them
more and more
Scores of tiny fishes
dancing on a floor of stone.
My hands they
reach right out
for them
to touch them and
to own
Seven silver moonshards
dance inside my head.
And if I think real closely
I see them as I've said

Those fish won't swim
Those beams won't dance
like that ever again
But I can look
to my imagination
and remember them as friends

Comments about Moonlight In The Head by Paul Carlson

  • Rookie Angel Ofdarkness (11/28/2007 11:30:00 PM)

    One Great Poem, one of the BEST I've ever read.
    I loved the subject and the ending the most

    Best Wishez,
    and Keep Writing,
    Angel (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

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