Under the Poets Tombstone Spell

Under The Poet’s Tombstone Spell No more “i’s” to dot or see No “t’s” or streets to cross Under tree and sun once came reality But life’s ink well draws its own conclusion To that end that spells the end Ink in the pen never runs out in the afterlife Life as well never dries up they say Sit here and rise with me for a while as I write We both can smile and sing Under the poets tombstone spell Simply being