One last cigarette I promise. One last airy gift From the breeze In my porch. Let this fragile hour Touch my hair And grief Exhale my sensitive breath. Wait for me In that other room And like a child I will come And cover you Like spring time. One last midnight travel With my cold solitude My ghostly memories All those strange things That fear your grace. All those sullen creatures That you are not aware of But know you, more than I do. And when my cigarette Is but scattered ash Haunted by some foreign wind I will say goodnight And meet you in that sunny road, Of lullabies and daylight dreams And nights Full of peaceful sleep.