Smoke and Dreams

Late night, stale smoke hanging in the air,

Sitting by the window in an old rickety chair,

The fan moving like a shadow of my own memories,

Slower than the pain of untold tragedies.

Suddenly, a gust of wind breezes in through the window,

Alone, yet I can see another shadow,

I stare and cant even utter a sound,

Feels like my feet are stuck to the ground.

Its you...

I know, for this feeling has been rare and few,

I can’t see you, Yet I know,

I close my eyes and am ready to go with the flow.

You, the reason for my being,

The memories come rushing back, no longer fleeing,

Oh, how I have searched for you, in the light and shadows, high and low,

With you here, I don’t want to think about yesterday or tomorrow.

Its you...

This time, this thought is so true,

My hands no longer feel like those of a stranger,

To love you, I shall risk any danger.

I see you now, just the same, as when we met last,

Are you a memory or is my sanity slipping away fast,

Doesn’t matter, for my arms open up to embrace,

As my heart stops beating, I smile, Coz I didn’t lose this race.

Darkness clouds my vision, yet the last thing I see,

Standing in the fire, You are here with me.