Half a smoke down

I rose up with the summer haze,
Above me was an ocean deep and blue,
Beneath the waves a fire bloomed,
A flicker set by the spark of dawn

My feet feel grounded - my eyes feel lost,
the distance perched on horizon tops,
I am no one - I have no name,
I am here - and it is now,
I am already half a smoke down,

Well clarity came and went,
fading like a ghost into a thicket,
paper thin integrity transformed -
into a cinder so delicate
Under the care of a beating sun,
I am already half a smoke down,

I feel the fragility of time,
as it strolls towards the evening,
taking with it the light of day,
I feel I am braced against this scene,
as it catches me so swift,
forces me to feel so alive,

as if from warm earth in spring,
I am able to grow from inside.