Silverfish

Sometimes I dream about fish
So silver that they ignite
With the scarcest touch.

They need the illumination to
Prophesy, to frolic with the black cress
Nigh the rock-chilled bay.

I chased them with equal speed 
And all my heart, streaming through 
An opulent summer.

There I was greeted
By kaleidoscopic colours, 
Each pointing towards a foreign name
Of stranger territory.

Dale Chou
2012-05-14