Heady Calm

Eyes closed, he leans back into comfort, The lulled background music is his pillow. Weary head swaying to the sound of the song, The music massages the very knots of his life. A single candles flickers, casting shadows, It's eerie light conflicting comfort with doubt. Tranquility envelopes him as he draws deep sigh, Dispelling the grime of life, exhaling unwanted. A column of smoke lazily spirals upwards, A pensive thought for the cigarette moment. Taking to the lungs with a need not equalled, Working it's magic, freeing his tension, he floats. Surreal madness captured in passing thought, As the fingers of the night reach out to him. In a smoky haze he spirals to total satisfaction, Relaxed to the point of slumber, willingly he concedes. ©.L.Kelly