Ode To Maryjane - 1963
To be high
aaah
what a joy!
To float
on cotton candy clouds,
speak with fairies,
laugh with elves ...
laughing babies.
To be high
aaah
its alright if their high
is not your high.
Action on skis
up a hill,
jazz climbs
into muscles
voices are loose
(not uptight).
Solitude becomes
beauty
to create.
To be high
aaah
what a joy!
To float forever and ever
and never
become
no more nothing
but
high.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2007
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