Clouds turning, secret and slow, over the great banks of snow. Clouds of breath over the lawn. I begin the white violet dawn speechless and full of odd flaws, wondrous to be here at all, seeing the world has a sheen, stepping into the pristine, beautiful day. Forward into the long climb. Loneliness, retire, I have a friend this time. We will live a simple life. We will be a man and wife, walking in a daylight now, where I will not let you down, though speechless and full of odd flaws, wondrous to be here at all. seeing the world has a sheen, stepping into the pristine, beautiful day.