Shoot it if it rhymes

To a Drug Addict's Dream
Circa 1980

In the desolate lanes of time
Where memories hawk rainbows
You came to me as a rare hue
I couldn't afford to buy.

In the dead gold-mines of reason
Where drunken phantoms romp
You came to me as a lone nugget
I couldn't gather in my mind.

In the cracking wastelands of sanity
Where talent dries to the last drop
You came to me as a drop of wine
I could never, ever feast on.

In the blink of a drooping eyelid
In the shadow of a broken dream
You came to me as a lightning vein
I couldn't harbour in my eyes.