Danzig in the smoke filled air
The smoke
Fills the room
A pleasant glow from the embers
Emanating from the copper urn
Lights the wafting cloud of Mir
Conjuring dreams
As ancient as time itself
A dream laden with spices
A hookah bubbling softly to its master
Under a night sky, clear and endless
But with daylight
The dream fades into reality
The stale smell of tobacco and resin
Saturating the air
Cleansed only by the strong breath
Of the Nevada wind
Blowing
Its hardship and despair
Across the fire ridden plain
Filled with the essence of timber
As ancient as the sands
Over which their ashes now lay
Scattered by the escaping winds
Passes before me
Wanderer
Dreamer
Traveling the desert
Amidst my smoke draped reality
Amidst my smoke draped reality