Green Rock Camp

Deserted fire

Die down during gentle winds swearing surely it’ll be still again

Drift off and leave warmth grasping for your attention

Deserted fire I’m forgetting the lights of your flames.


Peak feelings extinguished.


Rain rain rain

Covered in ashes

Out of focus this no longer matters

But your smell haunts my clothes

Everything else gone cold


At camp laying by a lantern

My thoughts separated in a cavern

Tent submissive to breezes gentle and assertive

I’ll gaze above

To true satisfaction.

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