The seas are wild tonight
As I write, far from any coast;
Speckled with salty brine and afraid,
I spy in the broken mirror
The broken boy who is following me
Following me.
Down dale, up tree, crawling all over me:
Still, the ghost of my brother
Stands next to me,
Leaning forward to see
The ghost of my son
Spinning and laughing all around me
Beneath this savage sea                                  Above this star-cluttered sky
We were together:
Only yesterday it was, we laughed
Young, careless, free:
Like the ice-maidens in the wilderness
Like the dolphins in the sea.