I let the incense burn until morning As I drift in and out of sleep The dim glow of candlelight reflects on polished wood floors A calming embrace wrapped in smoke
No one is here but me And no one but me has ever been The rooms and the halls lie empty The bells and the drums sit silent Having lost even the anticipation of sound
There is an eerie sort of peace Deep in the back of my mind Something I feel I should fear But I cannot myself reason why And so it fades in the morning with the smoke