• Tricia D. Wagner

#18 Until Time Bends

Updated: Oct 8

I find no sleep

beneath night's stars,

for stand I posted

at the prow.

'Tis no small task

to wear the glass

of crystal pure

upon the brow.

So many dawns

streaked red as blood.

So few who've lived

now sail my seas.

But watch, I shall,

until time bends.

It is my worth.

It is my ease.

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