The smoke curls its way around my head
Like the ivy on the south side.
It’s my secret I didn’t expect to keep
but it calms the disasters in my mind.
Looking up at the night sky stained dark blue,
flecked with stars and swirled with wisps,
I take it in
and exhale slowly,
like I’m trying to hang on to my final breath.
Its summer nights like these that make up my philosophy.
Summer nights that are chilled like crisp champagne
and bubble in your brain.
Sitting back and watching the night sky dance,
I let my mind wander and roam the world.
It’s true.
I want nothing less than the world.
Every flaw and every beauty.
Hold it in my pocket and take it out a a few times an hour.
Discover something new every time i fish it out.
And even though I take it out so often and behold the wonder,
I’ll never know all the secrets of my little treasure.
Oh, if only it was me instead of my dreams
Running afoul in these played out scenes
To live and breathe in a creation made up of good intentions
and filled with even more mistakes and tragedies.
And it may be selfish and a simple
wile of a fantasy,
but it’s innocent and still has hope.
In my hand, it still breathes because I breathe,
feeding off opportunitys made and chances taken.
A sharp wind snaps me back to place
where reality borders imagination.
Taking me in his grasp, he shakes me,
as a shiver rips through my body.
All that champagne is getting to my head,
making me tipsy and in the mood for an easy touch.
In my hand resides the tail end of my cigarette
that settled the exhausted nerve.
I take the final draw.
I hope to live so that my imagination runs out of ideas,
Filled it up with moments never imagined possible,
for that is truly living.
Exhaling, I let the thought weave its way up
into the night sky,
where it can play with the wisps
of other midnight cigarettes.
Stamping out whats left,
I whisper to whatever will listen,
“We are all ****** by our own desires. God love the man who wants nothing.”
