She swam through silvery mist

accustomed as she had become to it

and to the dark as the depths were

more welcoming than the surface

of herself and her dreams

He traveled, feather-light

across expanses of softest blue

you could almost have touched it

and the sun was warm, the light good

so he remained, content and above

afraid to falter

Each decided, one day, to venture

from the habits that made them

he for a drink of the waters below

and her a golden bath above

thus the fish and the bird

first met and found

they had at once discovered love