Flying Fish...A Poem
As if the luster of its native depth
Is not profound enough to satisfy,
It flings itself from this elusive grasp
To seek the silvered sky, embrace the light;
To sail, to fly, to find a moment free
Of any clinging shard of earth or sea.
Then, fervid flight complete, the fish falls back
Into the sea once more. Was it but a dream?
Or, had it soared, searching for an epic scheme?
Copyright by Don Gray
Don Gray Art • Poems