Lost in a swirl of smoke
as it climbs the night sky.
It dances with the wind
as it reaches up high.
The smoke flickers and shakes
throughout its delicate journey.
Braced against any breath
from the nearby beings’ yearning.
It rises slowly.
Its arms reach up to the moon.
A cold wind wafts past.
It will be there all too soon.
I’m trapped in my own dark thoughts,
forever roaming beneath the twinkling stars.
I can see an open door in the distance,
offering possibilities beyond the here and now.
I want to escape from this dreary existence
to sample the tastes of the wide and far.