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child voices are glittering and sparkling

throughout the chilly gloaming

  but i can't pin them down,

        can't find their source

they're more like shadows, maybe

incorporeal nostalgia remedies

  for the nights when dusk speaks ghosts

and you want more than anything

  that last day of childhood

  that maybe ended too soon

          or started too late

when you had no greater cares than

                        how the earth felt under your feet

        or how frogsong lulled the night to sleep



and i'm sung to sleep too

  by these shadows with voices and no fingers to touch