Set the Night Singing #2.22
Updated: Oct 14
The journey long, the night air cold,
will gates there be of pearl and gold?
If pearl, may end of journeys be
upon the beach,
beside the sea.
When lifetimes I have stayed, and more
to sit, to rest, upon the shore –
what peace then shall descend on me,
my gaze locked on the waving sea.
But let this not the last day be,
nor let them fail – my company.
For many journeys came before
as I, creator, spun the lore
of story souls who sought to be.
Let them, too, be –
and merry, we
by sunrise, one another hold,
and weave new tales