Companions
Oh, Pen, move swiftly
Down the pages of my mind
Lest vision fail me
And words come slowly, like dreams
Confounding, unremembered.
yes, drink joyfully.
Drain the ink from my mind’s well
And let fall the muse.
Dear Emily knew:
Thoughts gone up the mind today
May scatter unheard,
But words said live on, are free.
We cannot fix their transit.
So, faithful ally,
Chase these thoughts across the page.
Truth be thy pursuit.
~ Mary L. Gardner