I lost my dresser in the forest

Of woe and photography  
I love little more than neither  
upon my dresser,  
strewn coke and ether  
I was stolen but for an instant  
wiederholen 'I am an idjit'  
and it was lost before I knew it  
 
I searched for it  
high and low  
from attic shelf to basement floor  
not finding as much as a drawer  
 
Through the open window the wind screamed  
hinted me some and swindled me clean  
out I ran, into forests serene  
into snow and fading pines that once were green  
 
My eyes stalked all they could see  
away in the distance - red tapestry  
silken and linen, it couldn't be!  
my dresser lay waiting under a willow tree  
 
And quick I snapped  
with bottle uncapped,  
prayed to the winds  
and quietly relapsed  
 
So here I lay,  
in a sleepless dream  
upon my dresser  
in forests serene.