Outer Calm, Inner Storm

The calming moon shone so pale and full
on the lulling waters at the hull
that halcyon light was therein seen
in froth like wings—up-folded, serene—
and though the tempest soon fell asleep
she flung herself down into the deep.
Her lover looked on from up above
and scoffed, “Was but a wayward wind, my love.”

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