Night claims me for its own;
A dreamer’s sleeping light
Finds in the shadow of an eyelash
Stories new.
In wakeful solace linger
The granules of a chime
And measure time like sand-strokes…
In adieu.
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Night claims me for its own;
A dreamer’s sleeping light
Finds in the shadow of an eyelash
Stories new.
In wakeful solace linger
The granules of a chime
And measure time like sand-strokes…
In adieu.
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