Castles In the Night
the clock stuttered towards midnight
I willed it to slow its step
hoped to persuade it to its knees:
to an intimate crawl,
but it wouldn’t
So I ran, quickening my steps between the ticks
sliding over hazel, mossy slips
racing up a stream
that glides mindfully past the seams
giggling, between the trickles
sending the rest in splashes at my toes
and now I know
A wall of tears may not be my end
but each second falls
I breathe in its rise
no rush, faith and trust
built her castles in the night
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