A fire burns on a moonlit beach The sand still burns from the sun. It is as if watching from a distance My only source of light, of sight, The flame of which I fix my gaze.
Inhale me like the smoke it emits Breathe deep and dream of brighter days. Is that sun one of legend? Was I ever warm? I've never forgotten the cold. So much so I could see my own breath, Even that is seen in the air Only to disappear in seconds.
It was all a vivid dream that felt so real. So close I could reach out And touch the heat, In a sense I could grasp the smoke.
Reality has been twisted And history rewritten Fore I was once smoke But Ive since faded into the night. Could I ever feel the fire? Can the heat warm my hands? No. I feel nothing but cold.