Archipelago

Archipelago Define me in a spark of light and mind; A misty voice I heard when horns signaled; The ship heeled to the right and stayed inclined Frozen's the Archipelago of Finland. The lighthouse of Henry LePaute arose; Valassaaret turned grayish in dusk; the length of day was seven hours, sea froze, ship's log of January, twenty first. You tried to define me in this grayish, Devoid of dusk, remote of winter ice, Perhaps you were with our friends in Athens, The fresh aroma of cafe would suffice. We wait for the tugboat lights to appear, Recall you as a student at Penn State, The blue-white banner and acoustic guitar, At Eastview Terrace dorm was our first date. The sea of Kvarken in the winter's frozen, Breeze of Black Pines descends the isles' shores; Vertical slopes elevate from the ocean, And all this emptiness of ice abhors. The Ship's side turned to the tide and the bilge, has risen unproportionally from brines, and now she rides inclined on white vast fields, cold's numbness causes sleep close to rock shrines. The red light of the tug flashes so distant, approaches slow; the ice on our Captain's brows, makes me wonder if this snow's contrivance, will guide us where Sea's Master Death endows. Define me in a spark of light and mind; a misty voice I heard when horns signaled; the Ship heeled to the right and stayed inclined frozen's the Archipelago of Finland. © G. V., 03-01-2013 All rights reserved