Smoke and Starlight

and a good time was had by all

a curl of smoke,

and memories

the smell of spice

trailed on the breeze

the night is young,

and still, are we,

though years doth pass,

e'er more swiftly

so to the night

and years to come

and what shall pass,

and whats undone

all that is,

and all to be,

heres to now,

heres to we.