Follow the sweet scented smoke
I'm here, just let it lead
One pipe is all that is required
for our hungry minds to feed
The sun is needed not
please leave it in the park
Mind-feasts are quite delighting
when summoned under dark

An ancient spell may call for
some melancholy bird
We'll sit so very close and quiet
and let its song be heard
We'll pass delusions mouth to mouth
and when they'll do my dear
We'll revel hanging high
on mother's crystal chandelier

And on the wall we'll paint
a pretty little door
Behind it spreads a wonderland
that whispers low - 'explore'
I'll open wide our painted door
and we'll stroll hand in hand
Along the misty roads
of this far wander land

At length we'll reach a palace
within a pouring waterfall
Her majesty herself
should invite us to her ball
And we can dance forever
until we'll get too dim
Then in the twilight laying down
we'll share an after-dream