Smoke

The incense is burning on the table,

sweet smells fill the air,

allowing stress to melt away for a moment,

giving the mind a chance to dream without inhibitions,

the smoke billows from the burner,

tracing elaborate patterns in the room,

wisps of smoke wrap around the screen,

the room becomes empty,

as the scent takes command of the senses,

the rest of the world melts away,

stress, fears, problems, pain,

all taken into the smoke,

the mind is clear and calm,

it drifts away to sweet paradise,

if only pardise could last forever.