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 More at : http://brendenpettingill.com/index.php/2017/05/17/castles-in-the-night/