Dusk and Dreams

To sit by dappled streams of blue
Melding sans conceivable glue
Diffusion innocent of seams to touch
Bounds blurred as if nonesuch

And so to dawn the dusk us bore
Its quiet dark swallows our lore
No trace of us does bright day find
In predictable forms we hide, aligned

Biding our turn we bode
Another enchanted episode
As the day itself redeems
Bringing us to our dusk and dreams

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