Reminiscence

being of sound mind and body 
I must write of the days when I was slightly stoned 
when I would disappear into the beautiful abyss 
with headphones 
'Dark Side of the Moon' 
or 'I Robot' taking me on journeys 
only I could take 
my room the isolation tank 
from 'Altered States' 
my mind the well that echoed within 
the sitar vibrations of an unspoken thought 
my dreams the night before realized in a wave 
of painted sound 
and when the consciousness of awake 
and the boundless landscape of sleep 
fused with the lost chord 
one was as close as one could be to God 
on this plane