To A Sailor Poem by Natasha Foster

I hear an army charging upon the land
In the Secret Valley of Silence.
I have seen old ships sail like swans asleep
Beyond my window in the night.

I stand alone through each long day
As evil kings go by with jeweled crowns.

Behold me waiting-waiting for the knife;
I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears.

If I should die, think only this of me:
For thee, I shall will not die.
If peace is declared, I will return
When the white flame in us is gone.