Innocence, Ashes and Burnt Wood If that cold wind should blow Do you know Who will be there? And what then, will you believe In; when all you’ve conceived Turns to venom and lies? ... Smoke from the hearth, The hearth, his heart, the same; hers once aflame, Now, all ashes and burnt wood. Her earth shattered and upon an inward glance; you became the eye in your own hurricane, A calm trance, as everything else went up in flame and Turmoil twisted all around. The smoke, this heat, a dream? No. He, indeed, rose upward high, hard within her Once to make her moan, twice he made her scream; How now a thought can suffocate! The Smoke moves in. Veins dilating, doomed, deprived. Innocence Starved. Skin flush; lungs desperate for breath, In the glass her streams, unveiled, Salty-sensual, alas, fall upon numbed lips. A world apart, a broken heart, your world’s derailed. He has played his pipes for you Beckoning and follow you so do, Like a child led astray.