The smokers nightmare is always the last. Remembering gone, far aways past. Death in the lung and soon to go. From whence we came and the end we go. Endless love,the night will cast. A soul is filled with

How it has traveled beyond the dark I am the light that leads to its' own end Clothed in shadow A dove it leaves Speaking to me from behind my eyes Not of my mind or brain do you whisper Seeking solace

One thought it seems,is by far fraid too much. To bare the weight of an others touch. A single breath,left unbroken that bares the weight, an others spoken. As far it seems,another kind has had bid farewell

Could thought too soon, be sought to cater? This will of thine given the maker. Clouds drift by a thwart for the sun. No gift for one,not anyone. Should the moon peak out of the dark and not fear the night?

Given its'word,not always heard eyes and smiles are liars. They speak in expression but the means is repression. And always misgiven in lesson these eyes and smiles of detention.

Solemn and enchanted the sunlight rides the tide. Harboring its neighbor - the river stems the ride. Convictions less this new found home for me, so when the Earth, it does rise and set, these homelands