out of the ashes, comes the smoke, lady smoke

White smoke in the distance
Filled with nothing but joy
if you try to reach for it,
the smoke will only be coy.


In a wood, forged by earth’s pay,
Distant harmony beyond the brush
in the flurry is where this love lay.
Lays a woman, so lush


“Are you of this smoke, nymph?” asked I
“Or just another lie?”
Looking up, she saw the sky
and drifted away within a sigh