In the smoke

In the smoke you see them dance

The shadows of your past

The ghost of one lost love per chance

Sweet greying thoughts at last

While ashes rise dusk slowly falls

No clouds in a sky deep as your eye

No bird sings now

As bats dart in

 

You hear their calls

As crickets brawl

Bantering all around

By the fire you sit

Still as the sticks

And logs fall

To ashes all the while

The flames they lick

Smoke they spit

Into the northern sky

Still you are

And silent too

Blanketed in grey

Bathed in golden flecks of rays

In black and light

As deep dark night

Falls over this country of yore.

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