Post Modern Mystic

As the Smoke Cleared

along the way

I swam the stream

upstream...

downstream...

I had plans

I had none

as the sun rose

I lay me down

as the moon watched

I drank my wine

along the way

I drove the picture

through the mountains

through the woods

I had direction

I was lost

as the snow fell

I dreamed deep

as the storm left

I thought of life

along the way

I ran the courses

through the tunnels

over the bridges

I had confusion

I was found

as the fire raged

I danced in time

as the smoke cleared

I cleared my mind

I had pieces

then peace was mine

(December 11th, 2017)