Friday, 25 May 2007

Smoke.

Ash strewn upon the ground
Making a whispering sound
Smoke to the soul bound

Ash strewn upon the soul
Smoke made a cogent whole
Is your life on a roll

Questions that the hungry ask
When they’re put to task
Smoky eyes behind the mask

Smoke curling into rings
Remember all the bitter things
We did in boxing rings

Questions that the thirsty drink
Hovering at the brink
O sea I swim not I sink

Candlelit and smoky eve
The sun has downed so shall we grieve
There is no reprieve

Smoke is in my soul
Fragmented as much as whole
Paying a daily toll

Eyes ask questions of the night
And dance in the candlelight
Until the ash is out of sight.

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