| *Smoking Cigarettes* The jeweled moon in the crescent skies Lit the night with reflected heat. The wind whistles as the air dries, And I sat here in my darkened seat. I lifted a cigarette to my mouth And inhaled the embracing smoke. A silent, warm breeze blows from the south. The smoke rose up as the morning woke. The light shown over the cooled mountain, Slowly at first, but gaining in speed. The rising brilliance of a fiery sun, That gives us everything we need. The great silence of a ruby sunrise That'd put an artist's canvus to shame. Reflected the colors of the planet's prize, Desolate and dead, the sun will remain. So I sat back that splendid morn, And smoked my cigarette to the rising day. Every drag made me reborn, And left my mind with nothing to say. |