Monet | A Seascape Shipping by Moonlight | 1864
Coming out of the fog
to cross the sea on log
the eastern to the western shore
at last relieved from an enormous storm
with all it’s salt and sand
reaching equally inland
to wash my headstone white and clean
still I’m a sight more pale and mean
than the hell I raised the night before
I must own that I have never seen one like you before
at once my face and fetters fell
my name I tell
befell by your love breaks my spell
now wise and well
no more to dwell among the assembly of tombs
I’m a slave exclusively for you
my landmark in the dark
§tacyReneè§weeney 