Let's see if, I can remember this exactly...

The orange-tipped
Cigarette glow
Releases ashes
Silently, they flutter,
To rest, on the cool,
Stone, below
The crisp, cool, breeze
Of nightime dreams
Whispers, a sweet, melody
To comfort, the dead
Tomorrow, will there
Be an end?
Will the sun
Shine proudly, again?
Sealed, darkness, planet, fate
Deathly, beauty greets me
Cool, smile invites me
Eyes, for feasting,
Upon, insanity.

I DID, remember it!!

Kinda morbid, huh?-- I was really concerned with the environment, at this point in my life. Also, was obsessed with Jim Morrison's poetry. I had all his books.