Grey Days Make My Poet Come Out and Play

I had crazy dreams and then woke up to a grey day. Made me think of something I wrote once...

I'm dreaming
of lands lost,
my spirit's tossed,
yearning to escape.
Fields brimming with
mystical marble poppies
while solemn stoners
desperately etch fixes
from ancient hallucinogens
Why?, I answer
for questions, disallowed
inside my meager fantasy.
ever-enveloped,
I seek ecstasy--mine--
of no place but here