On inebriation...

The air was a stale yellow,
The drink was paler to a fever,
Sipping in the quarts,
The adieu was way too swift…

The feather was light ,
The float soft and smooth,
I moved over the void,
And entered my realm…

Blank were the thoughts,
Colorless and then the pristine,
Words conjured up an imagination,
Without limits and realities…

Another swig and a moment,
Clarity blended in labyrinthine,
A walk across the indelible,
I sighed a relief of familiarity…

A whisper in the ear echoed,
Of the trumpets of entry,
Atlantis shone on the horizon,
And the top peaks of a Xanadu…

Then was the bevy of beauties,
Swarming in herds of millions,
Stalking like the honey of the yonder,
I was sweet and inviting in a jiffy…

Limits were a fantasy,
Blurs had bold borders,
I fetched a mind,
To sail me through the lagoon…

The night was gentle and paced,
I fell onto the bosom of comfort,
Hoping for a dream,
Till another mundane morning…