The dancing, swirling smoke streak
that rose from the last ember when it died
The long, thin, twirling smoke streak
resides inside me instead of my soul
howling through the black chimney
the flames turned embers lasted a while
leaving behind a cadaver and the streak
The radiating pain, I am relieved,
has perished from my chest, I believe
should I gather logs once more;
The purpose of my journey
disappeared in the noise of life
this echo didn’t reach my digits or core
Walking through cobbled stones and twisted streets,
Bring on the wind and I won’t leave my love,
Last tears of the summer flowers will last until the next spring,
No love is found, in easy minds of mine or your friends, who’ll mock us for
Cherishing our love as we do.
Please do tell, my friends; what do you talk about me,
As it is for yours to keep.
And talk about our love, as it is not,
Because you will only learn about yourself.
Please, lighten the burden, when we can’t see the togetherness,
But do not try to bring us down, when we stand strong.