Vanishing

from by Cary Grace

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On windchime wings, silver things
Glint on the lake, sleep awake—

In fevered glass, meadow grass
Through dancing blades flicker shades

Dark eyes, vivid in their vanishing
From deep spring
Black beneath the fathoms
When they rise

Breath, pale as frost, floating lost
Mist, silken, drifts, never lifts
Head full of haze, out of phase
Dawn breaks in two, overdue
Bright flash of day—surface play
But in the deep, secrets keep

Dark eyes, vivid in their vanishing
From deep spring
Black beneath the fathoms
When they rise

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from Vanishing (Single), released September 5, 2009

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Cary Grace UK

Cary Grace is an American expat, residing in England since 2005. She is as much at home wielding a soldering iron as a guitar, and runs
Wessex Analogue, manufacturing Wiard brand boutique modular
synthesizers. She devotes as much of her free time as possible to making and listening to music, and finds much of her creative inspiration exploring the beautiful English countryside by motorbike.
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