The touch that launched a thousand ships,
The one touch in the dark,
The one moment that launched four months,
Four months at sea before they wrecked
On the shore, ruins of the snow.

                                             I sit upon the shore
Watching, watching the thousand ships
With her hand (spin up) entangled in mine (spin down),
Placed by that one touch, so long ago.

Brought together and thrown apart by
Brought together and thrown apart

The wooden ships lay upon the shore,
Damp wood softly over twinkling snow,
Memories of stars.  Some things linger,
Forever entangled.  Whether alive or happy or dead or what unknown.

I sit alone upon the shore
I sit alone staring onto the sea
I sit alone, thinking, wondering,
The sea darkly,
One with the night.  And the memories.

Picking up fragments
Next to the lapping waves, lapping gently
Like a puppy in a bowl, lapping on the snow.
Twinkling reflecting snow and the stars.
That one touch of her hand,
Imprinted on mine as a tattoo.