Smoke
Smoke is all I yearn for right now:
to see extinguished the devouring flames,
floating away with the remnants of a vow
filled with the sweet love I now disdain.
I know that embers will inevitably be rekindled
amidst the ruin and rubble love shall leave behind,
but I shall only condemn them in the cold to dwindle;
I shall to the light they offer in my darkness remain blind.
If I am ever by a small flicker surprised,
I shall with a blanket of night�s cold
violently and speedily force its demise
and retreat once more to my loneliness of old.
Copyright �2005 Surey Rodr�guez