Smoky Fog of Dreams (3:00am) (craig baker)I am reduced to fractured memories Scattered over time Like a statue brought to ash and dust Granite turned to lime In the middle of the night I lay upon my couch And smoke a cigarette If only regrets were worth nothing But a dollar and a damn I could afford forgetfulness But as it is the memories Are all that's within my means And the smoky fog of dreams And the moon of truth Through Venetian blinds Like striped light bars Of an imprisoned mind The light of a billion stars Cannot permeate But one lonely moon Doth illuminate Through striped light bars This smoky fog of dreams. posted by Craig 9:54 PM . . .