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Slow haze falling into place—
Silver rain along the line,
Tracing where the hours twine.
Every breath in quiet sign,
Drifting through the borderline.
Soft reflections lose their weight,
Spilling through an open gate.
Nothing left to estimate,
Falling into gentle state.
Lean slow—
Let go—
Watch the empty winds flow—
Drift into the quiet deep,
Pull me where the shadows sleep.
Falling slow in muted sweep,
Holding what I dare to keep.
Every whisper running steep,
Turning into something cheap.
Drift into the quiet deep,
Guide me where the colors weep.
Faded shapes along the bend,
Slipping past the silent end.
Nothing left to comprehend,
Let the darker tones extend.
Breathing into softer hues,
Waves of pale and gentle blues.
Every sound I start to lose,
Dragging through the subtle fuse.
Fade in—
Sink thin—
Let the drifting begin—
Drift into the quiet deep,
Moving where the stillness reap.
Drop me in the half-asleep,
Hold me in the final sweep.
Let the night dissolve in blue.
