Can we

 ...meet the past again? Will it
come cold breathing, frosty,
or warm as a baby‘s cheek?

Does it depend on the voyage?
If we go first class, well prepared,
walk the decks, stare out
with serious intent across
the immeasurable ocean,
can we can recover
our old land?

I found a triple mirror,
a dressing table with
a lady, brushing her long
white hair, humming
as she faded away
into the waves.