Platonically strictly speaking words that poor through eyes,
The ash cloud covers the beaming lights that envoke the spirit.
Sun erupts from the mind echoed across the lonely tide pool,
Vanishing upon a willow tree flower.

A camera is seen but not found,
Searching for the beacon of hope.
Pictured above a couch of silience,
The witness studies the book.

Clinging to a sunken ledge,
The traveler carries the torch home.
Bringing joy of fans crowding the streets,
Journey Away Entertains Many Concepts.

A land to port heart sits by the fire,
Hugging a daisy holding a bacon table cloth.
Eyes look past the smoke and see what a dream can brew,
Evening once had may never come true.