I sail this small craft
Upon this milk White Sea
Ashes of forgotten trials, blown past the sails,
A rudderless course; unravelled
Broad; cloud-hazed skies,
Sweet foam awash, cleanse
Glistened salt milk breeze infuses to my hair
This slow ice of lesser heavens
Old, cold moon evacuates
Sweetening this milk white breaking
Written, forgotten, carrying forth
Beauty in my forgotten solace
Solitude in spirit, wanting in body
Silver morning
Always returns.

VMV 2013

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