• Tricia D. Wagner

Set the Night Singing #2.45

Updated: Oct 13


Mountains keep deep time inside

their cavern halls, where tales abide -

striated walls, to hearers, speak -

bright jewels confide to them who seek

the record of the fire and loam

that sculpted caves to serve as home.

And sea abysses break to show

the oldest days that Earth doth know.

So long we, former days, to claim,

that we might understand our fame.

But olden tales might pale before

the days that lie on further shore.

A thousand years beyond this night -

what name shall mark the coastal bight?

These pages, blank, before us stand,

so writ by rock, so read by hand.

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