The dream I smoked

The fire burnt blue, a bright display The old man stoked it, kept it at bay She danced inside its glow, a bright blue light She swung her hips, welcoming the onset of night The pipe came my way, and I held it to my lips Its sweet scent burning though my finger tips As I breathed it in, she gave me a smile As I looked into her eyes, my mind slipped for a while The old man sang, a song so ancient, yet so warm Colours dancing in front of me, together yet torn She stepped closer, her heart beating in my ears Closer still, can taste the saltiness in her tears I opened my eyes, the fire was gone where was the old man, where is his song What happened to the beauty that I saw so near 'Good bye my prince' - a whisper in my ear..