Humo

The smoke from my cigarette
climbs up to the silence
as it approaches the fire
shadows from outside and inside
the smoke from my cigarette climbs up to the silence
still has my poncho
the scent of her hair
and strands of that night
entangled among the fringes
still has my poncho
the scent of her hair
Slowly drag life
my gentle pair of oxen
how I wish to hurry it with the time's whip
slowly drags life
my gentle pair of oxen
I will see her slightly open mouth in the embers of the fire
when the night goes away wrapped in her old poncho
maybe the black tobacco will take away the taste of her kiss
and as it blooms into ashes, it will burn her memory too
the smoke from my cigarette, the smoke from my cigarette
climbs up to the silence
as shadows from outside and inside
approach the fire
Slowly drag life
my gentle pair of oxen
how I wish to hurry it with the time's whip
slowly drags life
my gentle pair of oxen