They sing tonight, of the soft hush of evening, the last blackbirds, before the dawn of morning skies, the daylight hours, fade into the afterglow of dusk, upon great flotillas, their sailing ships, turning upon invisible winds and the rising evening tides, but before I rest my eyes, to dream, and close the hours of day, whilst the shadows still lengthen, the sun slipping into the heart of the western sea, I think of you beyond the edges across the top of world and then at last, to turn and dream, from a place not far away….
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