Waves of ocean mists
dancing in my hair
Astral lovers afloat
I'm not anywhere
A song is playing
I find I don't care.
Gold stars in the skies
firelight over my head
The war is all but over
(or so I've read)
While I sat and smoked
and played at being dead.
Eons of timeless sand
cascading down on me
So I drift endlessly
into innumerable seas
And the astral dancers
mean nothing to me