In the dim glow of a silent night,
A flicker dances, gentle and bright,
A lonely ember in the cool, still air,
Whispering secrets only shadows share.
The spirals rise, curling towards the sky,
A transient mist where the echoes lie,
Stories untold in each drifting plume,
A fading trace in the twilight gloom.
Each breath drawn deep, a fleeting embrace,
A moment captured, yet lost in space,
The warmth of solace, a fleeting guest,
In the quiet echo of a smokerâs quest.
Yet in the dawn, as the night recedes,
The whispers fade, as the soul concedes,
A silent promise in the morning air,
To chase the dawn and find solace there.