For Now
For now, I live in dread
Of darkness and desire
For now, I hold a Twig
But someday it will flower
Hold your breath
Count to ten
For now, I live in exile
Alone without a friend
For now, I hold my tears
But someday won’t pretend
Arms stretched out
Don’t look down
For now, I hold a Star
A compass at my side
For now, I man a Ship
May goodness be my guide.
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Tristan Redearth
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