Remnants of my last storm
Lapping at the muddy shore
Maybe the waters will recede
Be patient — all in due time
A lost paradise fading away
Where dreams and visions
Are prettier than any sunset
An old lighthouse shows the way
Astral visions from another life
Causes one to visit the unknown
Everything is connected — even when
The master plan is buried within
A campfire provides warmth
And light to offset the darkness
Orange flames dance freely
As I breathe a sigh of relief.
A poem by Jason S. Sullivan, 10-08-20
