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