Unheard, unseen

Unheard, unseen, my thoughts, they draw you in
and claw you nearer, rip you all apart
as poker-hot the passion of my heart
is welding, altering your scaly skin.

As silver fish your shining self escapes;
your soul leaps far and plays the torrents' games,
conquers the waves, evading all that tames
and tries to mould you into pre-planned shapes.

I know how futile this endeavour proves:
life's never still, one cannot hold what moves,
as always fish escape until they're caught
and once, when finally their last breath fought,
the air will kill and then their eyes so still
will stare defiantly into a shattered thought.