Wafting away from mouth and lip
Through volumes of mist and fog
My haunting breath floats beyond,
Bearing the scent of my song.
Deep in the city horns linger on corners,
With streetlights then pointing the way.
And the moment of our last meeting?
Will our shadows again ever cross?
Should destiny then ask from where?
We were borne on separate paths,
Simple the reason to vanquish our care.