Like a reflection

In wavering water–

The image is clear,

But incomplete.

Like a dark storm cloud

In the sky–

The past streaks

Bright images and

Thunderous pieces

Of a distant, lonely world.

Like a vessel off-course–

I strain to see the future.

I grope around in the dark

Trying to find the lighthouse

That leads me to a brighter

Tomorrow.

The fog–

Thick and heavy–

Confuses my course.

Will this map

Lead me to my treasure?

Or will the ghosts

Of pirates

Haunt my future?