In a quiet hour
Memorys fine line
In early hours
Thoughts sublime.
I remember your body
A sweet tender touch
Did we love too brightly
Was it too much ?
Like a rainbow that swept
Across a black sky
Burning intensely
A glistening tear in the eye.
Now that I sit
A glass in my hand
Unable to sleep
Times falling sand.
I light another cigarette
The glass to my lips
Ruby red liquid
Like the lips that I kissed.