Silent Smoke

by Andrea Sunny

Smoke rings dance at three in the morning
restlessly sitting upon cold, marbled stone
sock covered toes explore under stars
teasing small leaves from a bush nearby
raven hair becomes wind ballerina's
kissing a numb, bottom lip with paper
eyes gaze, lonesome star becomes a friend
silence, so very peaceful, comforting
this is the hour when I breathe....

For Lee ~