White like winter snow or the whites of eyes
Drifting leisurely through the heavens blue
Some translucent like pools of frozen ice
Taking on shapes of all things, old and new
Water's breath billowing in steady stride
Whispering in the cool wind by and by
Peter's ship drifting, changing like the tide
So remote, capturing planes in the sky
Blocking sun in daylight, stars in darkness
Evaporation pulled up from the sea
Becoming fog that causes accidental mess
But most of all, white mist destined to be
Anything wondrous imagination can mold
All minds equally able, young and old
