Waking from a fretful sleep

I feel a tremor slight

Have you been watching all this time

Throughout my restless night

How could I not see you

Hiding in plain sight

Or see your shadow roam about

In the echoes of the light

Was it your soft whisper

That brushed by me in flight

A final request from your own lips

To save you from your plight

 

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