• Tricia D. Wagner

On Night Winds Winging #8


What's love like, but a night full of stars,

for stars never rise at my bidding.

I see them not, then the blue is ablaze!

The stars wane for nothing

though storms grand and meager

press them from the scene

winds seeming to topple the will of each flame.

Time wheeling, though, leaves nothing stable

in place to veil stars.

And so love burns on and burns on.

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