Beautiful Obliteration of Life

A butterfly sways before me
Leaving it's trail of doubtless beauty.
Smoke whirls around my tongue
And suspends itself in the air
Creating patterns
Of self disguise.
The pulling on the filter
Creates a tigling sensation on my lips
As the white music
Drifts outwards
As I exhale.
The sun reflects itself
In a pool of still water.
And with my fingertips,
I create a stirring
Of little ripples.
My wet fingers touch the ember,
And the smoke is gone,
The heat is out
And my fingers sting.
I blink at the pool,
Smile at the thought of the butterfly,
And walk back inside.