Falling Skyward

A dark fish awash in moonlight

Leaps into the night, splitting the 

lake-top glass.

Liquid marble stars wink in the ripple, 

Cold, distant, hungry for a glimpse 

Of their fractured reflections.

Copper pearls cling to his scales as

The soft, glistening body turns and twists, 

Straining against the crisp night air.

Perhaps he dares to dream 

He can fly, repeatedly falling 

Into the broken mirror sky.