• Tricia D. Wagner

Nights on Spice Island #1.2

Updated: Sep 11

Night, thief of light,

I call you friend.

Co-conspirator, dark -

I bid you, take flight on your skin wings

and give the garish sun chase.

Splash his cheeks ochre and

soothe him in the cellar with drink -

that your billion-fold Star-hearted children

might slink from the shadows,

might rise from the glass shining darkly

might creep into the cradles of my eyes.

And we, merry, all, shall find peace.


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