The nightwind was blowing,
trees were slowly swaying.
As I walked and smelled,
then stopped as it came again.
I smell the memory and remember,
touching your coat of fur.
Thick and deep it was,
for winter approached.
Another sniff and I remember,
deep brown eyes.
Full of questions,
I have few answers to.
We found a way though,
to express and answer.
The smell fading now,
I walk along and see still.
You in youth, prime and age,
all known and accepted.
All remembered.
The smell comes once more,
reminding of the first night.
When I touched you,
you seemed to understand.
We became one that night,
then many nights again.
Time was an enemy,
then a friend, never being true
but never wanting to be.
Time was, time.
You and me though,
became more then friends.
You became my world,
the compass in my life.
Showing me directions,
I had never considered.
I learned from you,
more then I could have told.
I received more,
then I thought I could repay.
Though, I tried hard,
it seemed so little.
Nights I worshipped you,
on my knees I gave you
the position most high,
the throne in my heart.
Together, we were happy,
until the last night.
Then you had to leave me,
starting another path
I did not beg you to stay,
knowing that could not be.
Though I did want you to.
I did keep you in a way,
near me always.
I remember you, at night,
when I walk this path,
in the dark, alone and
smell the memory of you.
My Woodsmoke.