Smoking a cigar in the morning sun
The taste of dark coffee
Nuts, chocolate spice
And the tingle of tobacco
White clouds
Crawling through the cracked passageways
Of tightly packed leaves
To explode
Within the confines of my mouth
A mist emerges from between my lips
And is snatched away by the racing wind
The voice of the master
Calling me with silent exhalations
His words escape my lips
Keeping me
From being engulfed
By dark shades and foreign dust
Glowing ashes
A doorway connecting that to this
I smile
Realizing that I have no need for it
Anymore
© JH, Spright-Art