The sorrow disguised

of raving madness.


Tears had turned to

blooms of foxgloves-

gloved fairy applause

to dreams of every

kind- now as weeping

willows.


Floods of sad memories

asked for a liberation

by drowning in waves

of amnesia-

to be consigned to

oblivion of waterlilies,

ferns and their likes.



Mystically guided by

angels, called to

disabuse a human-

of an illusion so

wonderfully

vivifying,

so totally

blinding.


Now the angels gived the

human rise back to

the sun from

the haze- healed

her of her fairy

blindness.