Mary Kennedy Simpson
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I watched them dance on a liquid lawn
stars of that dark hour just before dawn
riding a tide.
This tide consumed me with its vaporous breath
and its too moist kiss of life and death
That it drained my soul till I could hardly feel
it submerge my throne, yet I dared not reveal
So I left my rock bed to watch from the shore
the mouth of the horizon part in welcome. Once more