Smoke - Vanessa Daou

The last time I got stoned

Turning the pages of memory

As if they were a book

I wrote with smoke

In the margins of my life

Knowing that the future and the past

Are all one

And that the moment NOW

Is all we ever have

Looking for lovers on the blink rims of our

Eyes

Writing with smoke on the ceiling of our

Lives

A paisley curtain that never stops moving

A neon sign that never stops blinking

Mind expanding into eternity

With us or without us

Oh smoke

That we are and were and will become

Let me flow your spirals to the light

Leaving my body behind

Leaving my mind