DAN MANSFIELD
By Carol Jo Horn
"Do not stand at my
grave and weep," you said.
"I'll not be there. I will
not sleep."
But whether you are on the breeze
or in the
wave,
Whether your cry is in the gull
or your light in the
sun,
I still cannot call you on the phone
Or go to your door
and ring.
I cannot feel your strong touch
Or hear your
voice
Or hug and be hugged.
It is me I weep for, my dear, not
you.
You walked into my life and never left.
You took residence
in my heart and there you sit.
Wind changes the shape of
sand.
Loss changes the shape of my soul.
I write your name in
the sand
Gulls come to ask,
"Who is this name?"
I
say,
"God sent him here to be his best
Then washed him
away with the tide.
He comes again when I write his
name
Resurrecting him for a moment in time."