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