Nocturne from Nocturnes by The Secret Experiment

Wisps of smoke in darkened rooms
Lingering long enough to glimpse
Wavering ghosts from the flickering past
A nocturnal floating dance of sighs

This smoke is like my memories
Phantoms twist before my eyes
Writhing in lazy fading demise
Knowing of the unsaid things

I burn the incense like a drug
Bathing in the sweetened air
Slow piano soothes my ears
And pain flows into my aching tears

Years stretch behind me
Compressed into a blink of thought
Trapped in amber, to see not touch
Much forgotten, so much lost

I caress those thoughts that still survive
I wallow in their painful sting
Yet drink the bitter medicine
And blow the smoke out of my eyes

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