I fell asleep among the willows

upon the grass I laid my head

the flower-meadowwas my pillow

the muddied earth my bed

And even still upon the hill

lies tenderly a spread of grass

I dreamed of flowing rivers

underneath a bridge, they passed

and little silver fishes

that danced along its hedge

until it came to nowhere,

and stream was dirt again

And when I woke, within my grasp

I felt a gentle hand

Above me were the stars

and under me the land

And even still as death itself

my lungs forgot their breath

my heart took up the grievous chore

and wished upon a shooting star

that hand in mine was yours.

Elisa Rivera

Age 15, Grade 9

Bethlehem Catholic High School