The fairy in my rose garden
lives by the gnome in my tall palm tree,
emerald lines and verdant vines
form a gateway to their mysteries,
where angels dance
and panthers prance
and harmony beats sublime,
in this space of magic grace
imagination reigns divine.
If this world is not for you
make up your own and visit often,
make love the law and light the key
and let your heart be softened.
Reality is what we dream and your soul
has a need for such realms unseen,
so take refuge in what calls to you – –
And let your soul be eased.