in an old dutch garden.

here i am in cloudy nines

away from me and you

wine in hand and sword at heart

a faintly darkened blue

in open weave above dutch door

my better half unseen

i stand in dim soft weary light

an angels fall serene

and air that traps in wood crossbeam

falls faintly to the floor

and i who thought i couldnt breathe

hold tight and ask for more..

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