A hint of cigarettes laced with booze
Sweet perfume poisoned in youth
Lost amidst the silk made maze
Of twisted sheets and passion’s haze
Blinding, breathe the taste of oaths
Broken by dawn, a kiss at close
Roll along that side once filled
Empty again, warm in touch
But cold and lonely, stilled
And grasping for much-
Gaze of the emerald plains reminiscent
Of the western fields ever distant
Smoke and booze, a perfume breeze
Playing the winter blues of woodland trees
A fur pelt beneath the hearth’s stone
Two fires bind, and I hear you moan
Pines of pain etched on the young
Taste the wind on my toungue-
Grasp and close, a lost sunset
On the horizon of unsaid regret
But lay still in the unrest of then
And wait til’ the four winds come again.