I dreamt of Bob, a great grey rock
born of earth and fire.
To him I gave my every thought
and all of my desire.
He promised me a rocky castle
high atop a granite dome
where none would come to interrupt
the bliss within our mountain home
He built it strong, he built it grand
but as he laid the final stone
a jealous god unleashed his wrath
and suddenly I was alone
Where Bob had stood, now only smoke
and fire remained —
My love lay shattered —
Scattered shards —
Our love, once solid
Then vengeance cried
and from my hooves
a devastating spell was cast;
the god, and all for miles around
were decimated by my blast.
I woke. The sweat had soaked the sheets.
I trembled from my energy.
I sat up straight; tears rolled down.
I mouthed a sad obscenity.
Shaken still, I swept the room,
desperate for normalcy.
My eyes fell on the modest stone
sleeping there so close to me.
Boulder lived! My tears anew
spilled upon him helplessly.
In joy, in guilt, in sheer relief