Tis not an unfamiliar thing
The dusk-blue twilight knitting
The horizon to the sky
In art of heav’n’s befitting
Tis not an unfamiliar thing
The half-breath that I take
As I sense you slipping
From me as I wake
Tis not an unfamiliar thing
As sunlight paints the day
To hear you softly whispering
Before you slip away
J~
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