"Regret for things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for things we did not do that is inconsolable"
Sydney Smith(English Clergyman, Essayist and Wit, 1771-1845)
Sydney Smith(English Clergyman, Essayist and Wit, 1771-1845)
Smoke Rings
There she stood and I was watching
blue grey smoke rings floating by.
People dancing, laughing, talking
becoming smoke shadows on a distant wall.
I'll say nothing and keep on watching.
Songs will sing themselves to sleep.
Smiles will be the only traces left on the faces
of the painted statues scattered in the room.
I don't dare turn my head away,
smoke clouds would snatch her from my stare.
Lights are dimming, the world is spinning
the night is fading and I'm watching it die.
Now she's gone and she's forgotten.
I only borrowed her to fill a void.
And these aren't tears that stain my eyes,
they're just shadows from the smoke rings
passing me by.
There she stood and I was watching
blue grey smoke rings floating by.
People dancing, laughing, talking
becoming smoke shadows on a distant wall.
I'll say nothing and keep on watching.
Songs will sing themselves to sleep.
Smiles will be the only traces left on the faces
of the painted statues scattered in the room.
I don't dare turn my head away,
smoke clouds would snatch her from my stare.
Lights are dimming, the world is spinning
the night is fading and I'm watching it die.
Now she's gone and she's forgotten.
I only borrowed her to fill a void.
And these aren't tears that stain my eyes,
they're just shadows from the smoke rings
passing me by.
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