frost scabs our barest view. new blue green rays on the dusty planks,
inside we bow tightly coiled; slight fire flicks pink
shadows against the thin shelter walls.

through cloud the sun sinks in burning blush,
tilting to ripe plum moons; now Goddesses
of the heavy night. And we howl now, then quiet,
then --
howling back in our own voices, we sing into a sleep.

a sudden rushing roar, a cold fire. torment breaks
barren white chokes the breaching hull of our small home
now a ship bearing
blows, lurching through the pressing pearl tide.
from the wispy black peaks
whispering threats from every twinkling flake to collapse
the seams. and we dive into the dark
abysses below. unaware of what
we start.