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 She Sleeps
Through my widow
I watch the moon cradle the night-
A lifeboat of collected light...
My wings tonight

I reject the sleep that beckons
To winess her gloty

She journeys slowly away
I long to go with her....

I watch her dreary decline
To black horizon

Loyal clouds
Form a celstial net
To gentle the orb
At the rudeness of dawn

...She Sleeps

(fron Cathedrals)
March,2005



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