Distant Smoke

As I sit here, alone

The lights ablaze in the house

Yet it is dark

Too dark to see

Yet I see

All too clearly

The days gone past

More yet to come

I DO want them to come

but with hindrance

To be alone, alive, wanting

Yet no overwhelming emotions appear.

Do I really want them to come

Hours into days

the Days into longer nights

To be alone, lonely and wishing

Wishing there was some thing

To turn on the fire

The fire that lights

And warms my nights?

Is there fire out there

Or a distant smoke I see

Can my thoughts distinguish

What is REALLY out there.