Smoke

with its passionate embers

smoke reminds me of life

it's dead ashes tell the story

of battles fought and love's long strife

who cannot see what the fire wishes to be?

rarely does the smoke not dance, prancing in and through it's space

revealing the invisible and indivisible forces of wind.

with smoke I peer into the greater being

slowing time just long enough to let me dance too

sometimes I think smoke is the answer to conquering the 4th dimension

and of its seduction?

imagine out of my mouth white bed sheets flowing

always rising, always changing, but dancing to the words that come.

as they grace the air of my words, as they ride the rhythm of my breath

I feel the fire's warmth deep inside my chest.

breath in deep. breath in long. breath in life.

now breath out slowly enough to see the moment that just past.

Smoke is just as fleeting as life, as time, as the moment.