• Tricia D. Wagner

Set the Night Singing #2.21

Updated: Oct 14


A promise made

beyond death's shade

of shining heights

and ended nights

of tears confined

and youth enshrined –

can I, this, trust?

What speaks? Mere dust.

Beyond this shore,

we have but lore

that wrings the purse

to dodge the curse.

Speak not to me

of what might be,

but rather, dream

this shore of stream

might hallowed by

by minds set free.

In doctor's hands

lie promised lands.

And friendship deep

hints of dawn's keep.

Kind words, true deeds

the spirit feeds.

Be gone, old fear.

Let peace bring near

the whispers of

eternal love.

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