Content during and after consumption

I ride a happy road,

Blow some offhand smoke

I get on and get moving,

For when the night comes

I see this damsel swooning.


A mild happy daze

Fuels my love for the night;

and when I look up to the stars

They dazzle in delight.


I retire to my slumber

Cocooned in stardust

I feel my familiar tingle,

And find myself one with the night.