Coming home late off the bike I stepped
Falling into a dream world not dreamed but dreamt long before
I saw a woman in through the alley way and beyond
Walking with smoke rising from her head
She saw me too
Asking if I can see the fire in her eyes
Only the smoke- I said
So be it- said she
So at morning I took to the road to hitch a ride
Thinking highly of my encounter to be kept
So secret and sacred
for she does not speak to every man that way
And this I know too well for
The forests are thinning and someone
Must die