Taste The Smoke Poem by Jordan Legaspi

Taste the smoke


I know you at the age of seventeen
at the great hall where they stay and play
A lady in white dancing with the light
While your beauty glittering in the night
I don’t know if others’ sight fixed on you
But sure enough I tasted you for hour or two;

The music cannot die the puppeteer of desires
Moves the head and carries the toe to ease
the things so blue,
Lady you pushed me to the other side
Pull the fear from the lonesome corners of my youth;

While they are on the state of rave in silence
The music in me cannot fade away yet’
So lively I should let my spirit fly
To search the others who crept below under your spell;

But I can’t hold you longer Mary- Jane
Soon you’ll taste leave me any time of the day
Without the spirit that comes
from the smoke of your voice
Who sung the music of life temporarily?

And find my self again alone
Wondering from corner to corner of doubts
Cannot play the music-new and clear to my heart
Not the broken notes from the old
hall that summoned you for me

But what can I say Mary-Jane
I used you at the moment to keep live
And be there with they who play
The dance that made only for you and for me