• Tricia D. Wagner

Marooned on Night Waters #1.23

Updated: Nov 16


How fine the print where I have stepped

lies written in the sand.

How swift the wash, the beating waves

that tempt it from the land.

My body might not dare the realms

where bluest waters sleep,

where cold and currents, gallant beasts

lie waiting in the deep.

But if the sunset's gaze I find,

if swells at peace I see,

a silhouette goes dancing by -

my spirit on the sea.

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