Feb 162015
Light-crafted clouds remind me of seas,
Seaweed seasons winter rakes from me,
Me (once we) conniving waterlessly,

Wordlessly in the lonely going-on of white
Whittled December, ice-hemmed January nights,
Nights jammed deep in my heart's lace ice.

Icy clouds drown my voice in this noiseless waste.
Was it your voice the sealess winter void replaced?
I pace in silence, all my soul a seaweed sprawl.

Light-crafted clouds remind me of seasons
We'd once walked two, by those roaring seaside
Tides all summer, one long uttering waterslide--
Tied in love, you by my side, and I by your side tied.

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