Trying to decouple FB from WordPress.com.
Clouds three-sixty, sun is warm
Big sky now, filled with awe
Peaceful rest, none to bother
Now I’ve come out from the storm
Away from madness, I have come
Over a bridge, is how I’ve run
Simply put, I made my way
Through the waters, here I’ll stay
Yellows and browns on all sides,
Then roaring ocean before my eyes.