A poem attributed to Fisher. "The dead have found me in my dreamsFishing beside lakes and in strange housesThat could be homes for lost familiesIn all the pleasures of completenessAnd I wander through their natural companyIn the soft comforts of contentment.The dead greet me with knowing easeAnd regard nothing the forsaken awakeningThat abandons me in this new solitudeOf eyes flickering open and curtains drawing.When the dead find me in my dreamsI see them living in the hidden placesUnanchored in time and ageless as wishes.The woman lying at my side hears my sighFollowing the morning chime and asksAfter me as I lie in the wake of sorrow’s concert,But I will not speak of life’s lonelinessOr the empty shorelines where fishermen belongAnd the houses never lived in never againThat stand in nec