Fisherman Elsecar
He sits by a river and waits What does he contemplate? Still but running deep What secrets does he keep? Life is all around But doesn’t make a sound Can he hear the trees? Whisper to the breeze? Does he see two fish? Catch a fleeting kiss? Trapped inside his net Slippery and wet. Does he feel the warm? Of the approaching dawn? Is all that it seems? Painted in my dreams?
See Age of Pisces