A hippie and a red neck friend

Were sitting by the campfire

Both enjoyed a big fat joint

That launched them ever higher

 A bag of marshmallows beside them lay

Like delicately orbed temptation

As the darkness stole the breath of day

The hippie made a hazy observation

The stars presented their sparkling lights

As the fireflies joined the starlight’s twinkle

As they often do on summer nights

The hippie’s forehead began to wrinkle

Glowing embers betrayed the waning blaze

As their orientation wandered free

Both lost in thoughts in horizon’s gaze

The boundary they could no longer see

The pitch darkness and the fireflies

Merged with stars up in the sky

They could not decipher up or down

And took a toke to determine why

They each exhaled and shook their head

Becoming lost in life it seemed

“Maybe it’s like this when you’re dead

Exorcizing every thing you’ve dreamed”

Thinking that it might just be Hell

They stared deeply into the fire

Then they gazed around the darkened camp

Wondering do heaven’s twinkling lights inspire?

In the darkness they found the answer

Toasting orbs they now enjoyed

We are here on earth between two worlds

We are living in Devoid

Copyright 2010 Patrick A. Granfors