A Peek at a Pisces

A peek at a Pisces
is what you would like
but the Piscean people are the most mysterious
so a brief dip in and out will have to do.
I am a Pisces
And how bitter and sweet such a thing is
ever-elaborate is this mutable mystery.

I change with the tides
And live with the lows
And live with the highs,
I have a wit for wonder
And a wondrous wit
Give me a rhyme and I’ll make it flow
Though my true self is hardly on show.

I am not a man made of stone
And can feel deeply
a rare man indeed,
But rarer still is a man looking for love
Looking for purpose, for reason
Always searching for something
For a heart to call home and thereof.

I swim in the deeps
and do detest the shallows
but the depths can crush
and dark things lurk there
so a little light air goes a long way.

I live in the last house it seems,
So a little bit trickles in
From all along the line
To make a being that is a bit of it all
But only wishes for some
Yet can seem like nothing at times.

So it is simple really,
If you peek at a Pisces
And beneath their scales
You will see some tails
And learn some tales,
While they are looking in and out.