Smoke Rings -asylem_supastar

She smoothes your hair back from your face
And touches your lips
i watch the sun set in your eyes at dawn as the sky is
Filled with a yellow light
As if the whole world knew someone was coming home.
The smoke rings of a soul float further into space
Like a foghorn in the night
No one could ever know your pain
But i wonder if the anesthesia pulsing through your veins
Could numb the dull ache of watching a mother say
Goodbye to her son

Minutes go by like seconds; minutes that i am alive and you are not and envy washes over me like goosebumps
As you have knowledge of what is beyond
Mortality..You were always a step ahead.
Each line on her haggard face is another novel about a fruitless prayer
She wishes she could have held you better
Held you so tight even God couldn't have pulled you away
Like an envious child
She pulls the blanket up as if to keep the cold from coming;
Useless yet the last thing she will do for this child

It is time to leave, the lady in the white slacks tells her
She takes my hand and i scream for her inside
You are the only one who hears me
As you fade into the burning sun.



This is one of the few poems i ever wrote that i did not date, although judging by dates surrounding it in the notebook i found it in, i'm estimating somewhere between August and September of '99. Thanks for reading, feel free to leave feedback, good or bad! -asylem_supastar

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