Where There's Smoke
Love incensed and sensed like wood smoke drifting up a thin soiled early morning hill side
A softly familiar thing that belongs beside the tasted freshness of your smile
Chattered birdsong sorely missed awakes me in the loosening of Winter’s grasp
Taking me to spend some time in touch with memories that climb and twist
together forming in the dew of tears the ever shifting drifting sands of years
A prancing dancing ghosting frame of time bedecked with joys in living we've not missed
Of what we were when first we smelled the smoke and laughed to share for e’er this cosmic joke
Though fire may burn to embers in eternity the warmth of love and sharing
Will ne’er give cause to fear the darkness we have lighted with our soft familiar whole
And the stinging wood smoke feeling of a mountain morning stroll
Will leave me more to cherish on this thinly coated orb of fire with you
Seen through other eyes the colors have a lighter hue and tend to run ill paced lest stroked with skills
Together we unravel time’s old sweater weaving easy down familiar woods to well banked fires of homey hills
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