The Silhouette of Smoke

Of hits and misses

Of smokes and kisses

Ringlets of smoke, blown waywardise

Faces of the devil in you uprise…

True, that it left your night in untenable highs

The morning after you were left with regretful sighs

When you see your mermaid with azure eyes

Burning wearily of your smoke -- her heart cries

In your wild reverie, these sweet times might fly

And the kindled passion between us might die

All left would be wriggled worn out faces

As you search the glorious past in traces

You say weed smells as fragrant as the sweetest flower

But oh my sweets, it’s all but a test of your will power

It might be your little comforter, easily tucked in your pocket

More comforting could be I, safely held in your heart’s locket

Try me instead -- in care, or joy, or sorrow,

Trust me there in lay a better tomorrow

I will add charm to all your joys

Your cigarette only but destroys

Disdain the smoking wreath and embrace joy with a softer splendor,

And see how life grows sweetly with my love more truly tender...

I’m sure you won’t regret losing your little smoky treasure…

Life but fulfills and balances all in right measure

Don’t smoke away till you reach the dusk of today

Wake up in the twilight hours, in my arms if you may…

Drown your smoke in bliss, with the first warm kiss

from the lips with of love, with crimson rays from above…

-Ships