Smoke Angels

 

 

Oh smoke angels
in my mirror:

Why do you regret your deeds?

 

The moonless night
is void of pleasure:

Smell the ashes of the rose

 

 

The glittering image
in my mirror
always looks me in the eye

 

As we journey
to oblivion
at the dawn of every day

 

 

Oh smoke angels
in my mirror

Long gone
is the time to pray

 

 

November 18, 2001