Indigo's Repose

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Poetry

Day blends into twillight’s womb
Beneath the pale and dusky moon     
And dons the nighttide's royal feathers
As the stars emerge to bloom    

Lose yourself in the quickening measures     
Of sleep's resplendent and lofty pleasures   
And dispel the vacant and errant schemes
To claim the prize of slumbering treasures       

So set sail on the indigo streams  
As illusive and recreant dreams
Tumble down into the silver gloom   
Giving way to their own felled seams

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