Breathing in a breath,

of a heavy mist that kept.

Through wetness not of rain,

eyes watched as you slept.

Muted curtains left undrawn,

wax dripping on a ledge. 

On the glow of a ceiling,

no longer shadows stretch.

Lissom hand on shoulder,

legs slender over an edge. 

Sleeping and waking to sleep,

turns to the whispering sedge. 

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