Soul Remembered

Fist in the sheet, weathered with the sea
Hung and clipped to the line behind the grained fence
Where the white whirlwind teased
It was a sweet smell that evaporated and lingered with winter
I prayed for snow to come and still the world,
But the clouds did not stretch, flatten, or shadow the ground
The stars that shone brightly quieted years ago
in my corner of this universe glows still
Was it deemed to resist my plea for me to see the sky at this night’s hour
what we know does not exist?
Like this cool and coiled waft - convoluted and passing through my recollection
Reminiscence of what was my own soul