His Pen Fell in the Stream
by Shirin Swifthis pen fell to the stream
i went in to lift it out
but heard him murmur in his sleep
let it lay there
for the half day that it snowed,
my body prayed, grateful,
for it happened not while I slept
nor again
my soul went flying to another land,
she did not return,
except to tell me that the place was
better than here
my grave sank, my grave and I
travelled through the earth,
it was a magical ride
we went everywhere, my grave and I
10/25/2006
