I suddenly wake from a now forgotten dream.
And the faint memory of the song we all sung
rings silently in unstopped ears while
the tears of nostalgia well beneath closed eyelids.

I can remember the smell of the biting cold air
and the taste of tobacco on my lips while
above us the smoke gathered in darkness
lit only by red embers and white stars.

Back then the cold wind swirled with forgotten
thoughts. But now, under these blankets,
behind these curtains, there is no wind.
And the stars and the smoke have vanished.

All ll I have left are the hazy memories–
the resonances of a song I once knew.