take a drag from your spirit cigarette
a kiss on the filter, your lips of scarlet
the moonlit night, a chilled wind of air
a loving sight, your beautiful hair
amongst the felled leaves
with their purpose to fall,
slowly dancing upon
the brief hint of winter's squall

I dream of you by my side
and your name calls
as I look upon the sky
I feel you here yet you whisper
through silence
I wish you were here
to speak up to their violence
and although I turn cheek
to make it 'no matter'
visions of my creator
are hard to discern through
the chatter