The fish of St. Anselm
By Kenj
Scenering
Scenering
Over the lake the moon's shadow could glow
Wavey eyes turned the place into a lightful one
Ages of darkness years of blindness were over
The cure of seightful blind to see through others
Green and fresh were only the first ever sensed
by the force of breeze, trees so good so smelled
Dews over the leaves as shining diamonds lighted
Hugs got the ice on fire where both got Man burnt
As such flame of sun’s heat over the poles needed
Otherwise the Icebergs for us earthquakes ‘d caused
