A Haunted Fisher

A HAUNTED FISHER A hawk - sighted and decided young fisher; Traps skillfully, fishes for his wisher; Waving and sliding water - hills over; With howls of 'hurray', grows ever. Now a wisher, decrees vessels; And fishes millions of dreams and pearls; Blunts swords of sun and might of whirls; The spheres of storms and lightening, hurls. A god of holdings turns all to gold; Life to moving circular fold; Time to scarce diamonds mould; And occasions to sudden perches for hold. Possess a paradise with Hedden; Breaks brutally into the forbidden; Inflows and outflows hidden; Landslides and gullies end Aden. Fast after flying dreams, unheard, till; Fast typhoon tosses, waves, spill; Quacks and wrecks whiflashing castle, fill; Wakes of the storms died and waters calm still. Now where is the floating tower? Flying dreams and manifold power; Where is the longed Hedden and Aden’s lover? Isn't the ocean calm blue and tempting ever??? JOSE PUDUSSERY