When the unbroken circle of the world is closing in and coping with the torturous pain is bearing thin
Wafts of you, my lifetime saviour, call from within
I call upon a friend I’ve known for years
Once again to wrap a subtle blanket over all my tears
I climb inside of our rolled bed
Instantly she begins to relieve my head
Tinted glasses cast over instead
Isn’t this how the world feels beyond numbness shrouds?
She allows our cloud to float higher and higher, head in the clouds
Insights pouring through my cortex, downloads channelling into my pineal, compassion and love for Self arriving
Here there are shades of the ego hiding, allowing space for soul guiding
She’s more precious then diamonds and more treasured then gold
Never have I had someone so willing to be bought, traded or sold
She’s the close friend and always there in my toolkit when I need
She’s the one… the smokey one.