Day 138: Fishy in the Blue

Maui 2012



This is a banjo song that I just wrote to play on my first guitar. Yes, I know. “Banjo song to play on my guitar”—sums up my life, fairly well. 

Fishy in the Blue

I’m living in a dreamland

The water’s ocean blue

Swimming to the outskirts

Of what I thought was you

But seeing only hard glass

That’s staring back at me

Sad eyes of the morning

Drenched in misery

Aquarium of aqua, and slowly merging green

Aquarium of absence, where you were meant to be

I’m living in a dreamland

Your face is all I know

Staring through the ripples

And watching as you go

Hunting through this glass cage

A sliver through a rock

Waiting for my sweet love

To give my home a knock

You’re shaking up my water

You’re shimmering my world

With all your fancy sparkles

And all your hidden jewels

A cauldron where a prince breathes

A castle undersea

You’re everything this fish needs

To live in luxury

I’m living in a dreamland

Your face is all I know

Staring through the ripples

And watching as you go

Hunting through this glass cage

A sliver through a rock

Waiting for my sweet love

To give my home a knock

There’s seahorses and urchins

And plenitude of schools

There’s suitors at my doorstep

Reciting gratitude

But I ain’t got no interest

Not even ‘nough to look

Too busy staring outward

A mermaid to a hook

I round the laps familiar

Still circling this place

Keep staring through that window

Keep giving love a chase

I’m living in a dreamland

Your face is all I know

Staring through the ripples

And watching as you go

Hunting through this glass cage

A sliver through a rock

Waiting for my sweet love

To give my home a knock

The bubbles they keep floating

Atop this prison cell

Serenading sadness

As far as I can tell

But I can’t stop my twanging

My fins to banjo string

You’re everything I wished for

You give this goldie wings

So sweetie  if you’re out there

Beyond this world of mine

Why don’t you come forward

So I can watch you shine

‘Cause I am just a fishy

In everything I do

A little fancy heartache

That’s swimming in the blue

~ Sam of the Blue

Post dedicated to my Irish Grandpa Mac. Rest in Peace.

June 2012

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20 thoughts on “Day 138: Fishy in the Blue

  1. OHHHHHHH SAMMY ……………XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
    BEAUTIFUL TO THE MAX OF BEAUTY …….
    XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOOXOXOXOXOXO
    THE IRISH LOVE HERE —– I FEEL IT ……
    HOW I LOVE IRELAND TOO 🙂
    XOXOXOXOXO
    ALWAYS YOUR FRIEND OXXO
    C

  2. Asperger’s Girl: You are one busy bee aren’t you? If you had time and someone offered, would you go out into space? It seems like you would. Respectfully Marc Marrs

    1. Thanks so much for back tracking and reading this one. I like this sweet little fishy in the water. Your favorite subject….you do know this little gal fish in the post isn’t the type that is meant to be caught and fried for dinner? he he 🙂 Thanks for taking the time to read. Very kind and supportive of you. Sam 😉

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