For some forgotten seafarer On a flaccid wreck somewhere I, too, am lost and shattered We’re both stranded, the hard concrete Made for our searching: in spite of all Silver crown, dubbed beauty We searched, through the frenetic infrastructure Long-distance romance, fingertip pounce The cobwebs that lay huddled Was it you, to become me? Flew west to build a nest In the forests they’ll find me Wave goodbye to all you know A new face, on this painted white landscape Tiny miracles elusively overfull Ecstatic flight and fresh linens Beckon, home awaits Daisy inquiries Of eternal youth and temperate vigour