went up in smoke, I was here.
To those eyes that noticed mine
In a million faces of the crowd
And to those hands that rested
But briefly on mine
To that warmth which lit up
Dark aeons surrounding each
of our unclothed souls,
Those lips, that skin, those voices
Like ripples in a shoreless deep
I owe it all to them
That I was here, alive.
Before all that ever was
Went up in smoke
