I
Floating in Fog
Skim on the marsh
With the birds
At dawn.

You
Gliding in light
Come with the sun
At its breaking.

We
Burning in day
Dripping our wax
Into the brightening.

I You
Rising Flowing
Just for a
moment
And then
We You (I?)
Are (am?) gone.

Who
Whispering to wind
Is heard?
We you I
Dream ing
And sailing …..

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