• Tricia D. Wagner

Set the Night Singing #2.35

Updated: Oct 15


I toil years and bear my tithe of yield

for what?

To tap the fleshy well of depths

and find

the self unbounded, fathomless,

and free

to bear the pleasure of unraveling

the heart.

Naught else can compensate for this

keen pain,

but in the venturing to hear

your voice,

proclaim I, then, the joy of

honey wealth,

for feel I, through the realms, you waked

to live.

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