Lost In Time

A quiet night beneath the stars, A man can reflect pasts and futures far. Expel the turmoil of life, love and desire, Let it drift away with the smoke of his fire. Glowing embers and floating sparks, Flames dance to the orchestra of the dark. A simple rhythm with wondrous powers, Ensnaring his gaze for so many hours. Evening breezes wash over him with grace, A comforting feeling, like a lovers embrace. Potent smells of earth, forest and streams, Primitive and familiar as in his dreams. Surrounded by nature in untamed beauty, This is his temple, his purpose, his duty. Far from technology’s cruel pulling tide, Existing for a time on the primal side.