By Troydon Wainwright
Time was ageless before it started
Before it was put to the scale
Day and night were but the light
And the shade of the moment
They never ended
They simply went elsewhere


The Ocean

The Ocean

By Troydon Wainwright

Ever do the oceans move

Never do they sleep

Ever do their motions soothe

Save in the stormy deep


Ever do the tides pull

To shore or far away

Ever are the oceans full

Under star or day


It matters not who you are

Or your earth bound name

The ocean calls us back to her

Back from where we came


This poem is available in my collection, Fires In Heaven, on e-book on Amazon. See the link below: