Encounter, Dylan Stek, To Be Poets


It was empty
And white like snow.
Cold screaming winds,
He knew where to go.

A robed figure,
Madman, outcast.
A sailless ship,
In waves, awash.

He saw another,
Like a mirror reflecting.
Dressed in white
As if she was expecting

At the end of the world,
After the longest roam.
In cold embrace they met.
And he was finally home.