A fish gasping, out of its stream
a misfit in a world so precise,
adrift without my herbal balm;
a soul yearning for its paradise.
Soaring upon smoky wings of joy
where each puff turns grey to hue,
this monochrome life, now a canvas
painted in colors bold and true.
Aunt Mary, more than kin, my key
unlocking selves I’ve kept concealed,
In her embrace, I find my truth
in puffs of wisdom, fate unsealed.
With three little birds as my guides –
no fears, no tears, just endless song,
Above the fray, I find my peace
in her clouds, where I belong.
Dancing high on the grassy waves
freed from pain’s relentless toll,
My heart beats safe, cradled in glass,
inhaling solace, making me whole.
In solitude, they say, lies ache –
yet, she’s the companion I choose,
Patiently, for Maryjane I wait,
embracing life, the stoner’s muse.