Cigarettes

I must give up,
And that is the short and blunt of it.
- But I have seen many beautiful things
Through the curls of smoke
- I have seen many new moons.
By their light and the cigarettes' glow,
The stars pale and hope pales.
I have a dangerous addiction to the moon
- To the madness.

I have seen love falter.
I have seen the rose lose faith and wither,
Stone churches crumble and reveal
A bud not yet a rose.
Still the smoke obscures the world
- I cannot see its' folly,
But by the glow of the cigarettes
Beauty is revealed,
A world-view in a shard of glass
Fit through the eye of a needle
- Or a cigarette butt.

Hopeful.