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I know it will be quiet when you come: No wind; the water breathing steadily; A light like ghost of silver on the sea; And the surf dreamily fingering his drum. Twilight will drift in large and leave me numb With nearness to the last tranquility; And then the slow and languorous tyranny Of orange moon, pale night, and cricket hum. And suddenly there will be twist of tide, A rustling as of thin silk on the sand, The tremor of a presence at my side, The tremble of a hand upon my hand: And pulses sharp with pain, and fires fanned, And words that stumble into stars and hide.

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Date: 1/12/2018 3:17:00 PM
Superb. Love this poem, Steffan. Welcome to the PoetrySoup community.
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Date: 12/27/2017 11:40:00 AM
Steffan, you have penned a very dreamy and magical poem, well done and welcome to Poetrysoup.
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Steffan Voss
Date: 12/27/2017 1:01:00 PM
Thank you, a poet definitely tries to improve when appreciated.