The mystical smoke rises,
Born from a dying fire,
Rises to the skies above,
Leaving the earth below.
The smoke shall keep forming,
Even after the fire takes leave,
The fire gone, but heat remains,
The smoke rises to the heavens.
The fire has long died away,
See the darkness if you can,
For absent the flaming light,
Shadows dance before the eyes.
Nothing is true, the eyes deceived,
The darkness but veils the sight,
Hiding its secrets, showing untruths,
For the eyes see not through the dark.
The flame now extinguished by you,
Must be brought back but how so?
The flame is gone, as is the heat,
The smoke is gathered in heaven.
