Tastes Like Smoke

Drinking from the candlejar
Birds say hello: chirpspar
Fair is the day that led to this
Regards to you the springtime bliss

Tired body won't drop a stone
Café thank you for the scone
On to many further skies
Ending page this one man dies

Flame resided here again
Could these ashes spell my pen
Barely able's wonder state
Said we're woven mythic great