washes out deep dark blackness.
What rests here
are large grey rocks
covered with stretchmarks of land and sea.
The heart creaks and wails
like a door moving on one hinge
it moans over silver waves and starry sky.
Our memories are mirrored then sheeted,
billowed up in the cool spring air,
as whiteness envades,
covering each drop of red,
turning each dream into time.