The Cigarette on my Smoke

How soon the winds did change
As we lit and burnt away,
Like the smoldering ash
Of fires of yesterday.


Somewhere within the travels of the mind 
Rides the crusader
A dreamer of time..
.
.
.
Dressed in dancing lights of memories



The Cigarette on my Smoke....


All the fire in the Cosmos
Fails before its Blaze
.