Pining for wintry eyes
Formed a habit to be despised
Like the ghost of a cigarette
In an ex smokers hand

Fumbling for icy fingertips
Afraid, blind in the dark
Like a small child
Plunged into a nightmare

Searching for scorching lips
Like a gas soaked kerosene rope
Ready to be set aflame
Burning away into ashes then nothingness

Hidden are the sun and moon
Like an old memory lost in the woodwork
Looking young, feeling aged
Collapsing in the Sahara desert
These thoughts plague a mind
When one is lost in time