A Phantom Touch 

On a breathless night

Stars shining clear

There was a stirring in the air

As of someone passing near,

No shadows darkening

No footstep or faintest sigh

Yet still a presence

A phantom touch close by,

A breath of cold

Across the skin

Words formed soundlessly

"Let me in-Let me in",

A birdcall slivers the silence

Clouds drift across the moon

The moment gone-as fading notes

Of a half remembered tune

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