Hafeem haze

We spoke of dreams you and I,
Dreams induced by that narcotic high.

When we, that's you and I, became one,
That hafeem haze cleared to reveal-
Tree lines that felt like ocean waves,
Stars that looked like Gogh’s exploding orbs,
Wispy clouds, which made quiet whooshing sounds.


The blurred people faces that all looked alike,
Asked me in a single voice what it felt like


Like a dream said I-
A dream where I am also the dream,
A dream I couldn't tell the beginning or end of,
A dream where the dream wondered,
What I am like when not in this narcotic shroud.