Cloves [01-23-07]

poem I wrote a while back while I was sitting on the rooftop of an apartment complex smoking...and this came to me shortly thereafter :P

Black cigarettes
slowly burn,
the smell of black cloves
fills the air.

Time passes idly,
memories fade slowly
as the hazy smoke
enraptures the soul.
Patiently burning away,
as I become lost of words and depth;
as I become caressed by it's sweet scent.

The lonely evanescence
and painful reminiscence
turn to ash;
my thoughts idly wandered
with every puff.
Lost dreams return,
and regrets fade away
like a willow wisp.
All the while
those black cigarettes
slowly burn,
and the scent of sweet cloves
entrance the room...