Smoke

Smoke ripples

Across the surface

Dances upwards

On a silent

Breath

Forms shapes

Dissipates

I catch its strands

Between my

Fingertips

Wrap it

Twine it

Around my

Fingers

It catches in my

Hair

Twisting itself

Into silver

Plaits

Time passes

As it

Always does

But still

The smoke

It ripples

The surface of

My dreams