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I am very tired 
yet I have much work to do 
I have yet to write of the child in me 
that kept you close and made you smile 
I have yet to write of the terror in me 
that held life and death on a precariously short leash 
I have yet to write of my love for you 
though draining and awkward 
was the love meant for this soul 
Take me to where the light follows the waves to my feet 
as she settles in 
behind the horizon 
and I will write my final words 
in the hours that remain 
in the moments I have saved 
in the grace of the setting Sun