Crystal Bowl
Crystal Bowl
A gold fish swimming round and round.
His world of glass is all surround.
Round and round, day and night
every round, reunite.
Day after day, night after night,
Everywhere he looked, always the same sight.
Outside of his bowl, there was a window.
in the horizon something full of glow.
It looked like a pond, further than beyond.
When he called that pond, there was no respond.
Love first taste is sweet, it makes you complete.
But if you mistreat, pain always repeat.
Dreaming day and night, of that golden sight,
Cool and clear night was filled with golden light.
Broken heart will cry is not satisfied.
The meaning of the ” love” is always mystified.
Outside of the house a narrow twisted creek
having conversation, with a language of mystique.
Calling up our fish, knew about his wish.
Telling him” love” is, painful and foolish.
Telling him that life is a stream that flows;
hoping for the rain, wishing for rainbows.
Gold fish heard the stream, which destroyed his dream.
In order to redeem, did something too extreme.
Jumped out of his bowl, thinking of his goal;
The golden pond became his body and his soul.
He landed on the ground; the dirt was all around,
The meaning of the “love”, for him got so profound.
He started to scream, his voice was just steam.
What if there is no dream? Death will be supreme!
He twisted, flipped and flipped, by luck in water he tripped.
His breathing came along, in water he was equipped.
He swam in back and forth, he twisted south and north
He cried in water cold, of what the” love” is worth.
He passed through his teens; his youth flew like dreams;
The autumn came and gone, his winter had no greens.
He reached the golden place; the place was filled with grace;
His life began to shine, the sadness showed no trace.
Swim and swim in wine, makes your soul refine.
If you swim in “ love”, love will let you shine.
A fisherman cruel and old; with eyes reddish and cold
He cast his net so wide, for fish the truth unfold.
Our fish cried and cried, his world got cold and dried.
His life was passed him by, he gave up and complied.
The next day for our fish, was filled with tarnish;
Once more crystal bowl is fraught with anguish.
This time golden pond, that was far beyond;
Called our golden fish, he got no respond.
Love first taste is sweet, it makes you complete.
But if you mistreat, pain always repeat.
Remember our fish with his golden wish;
If you fall in love, get wild and foolish.
Haloo
Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015
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