Beneath the morning mist
The hot waterfall plunges
Down into the bowl
Where rises a citrus sun
Trailing aromatic amber

As you lift it to your lips
Breathe it in
Hold the smoke in your mouth
Roll it around your tongue
And sigh in pleasure

Know the warmth
Let it spread inside
And illuminate what’s left of the night
In aching bones and caverns
Still yearning for sleep.