Once Upon a Time Poems

Through Fantasy’s Eye

On placid waters an inevitable wiggle,
returning home with the mellow breeze,
through the luster of the moonlit hours,
a fisherman’s sail wishful to make amends,
blessed with the catch, his purpose justified.

A fisherman I am, through fantasy’s eye,
rowing in solitude among doubtful dreams,
innocent thoughts linked to a stirring
at the dark ocean floor, the mermaid of hope
wriggles, watching whispers go by.

Rugged roads, lackluster and dreary,
solace to this world, a liquid realm,
my laugh, a blessing through all sorrows,
a conscious vice or unconscious weakness,
among strangers, a tide of disbelief.

I enjoy the drama of writing down
into the wet sand, a prayer, to be carried off
out to open sea, whitening the waves,
spin-casting imaginings, waiting for return,
a creation, my catch, to thaw the ice in living.