Falling asleep slowly
dream of a pale blue moon,
of lakes deep and silent,
its shadows drown.
Count the steps, winding
down old and neglected gardens.
Unhurried, memory traipses
the murky waters of past.
Faraway lights, uncharted,
run across frozen skies.
A lonely traveler, heart
aches for a stranger life.
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