Slate grey sky
Snow white foam
Keening wind
Reaches bone
Ferry lists
Returning home
Wistful sigh
Beauty storms
Quiet mind
Soon refilled
Mundane time
Keening wind
Reaches bone
Ferry lists
Returning home
Wistful sigh
Beauty storms
Quiet mind
Soon refilled
Mundane time
And when the darkness
Comes again
There am I
A beacon for you
To find your way
For you are the light
Which made my own life
Bright as a beacon
Such hopeful sight
Is breaking through
The smoky sky
Now blue above
And gold below
Backlit, the tone
Of tungsten haze
Then, lower, emerald
Of the trees
These, gratefully
Have not (yet) burned
And I
Might have driven by
Then this moment lost
To the forever
Of infinite unconscious
There I see
Some small creature stand
Up on hind legs
With flicking tail
It looks at me
And chirps a bit
I miss the uncluttered I
Standing alone
In an expanse of sand