Tears of Angel

Like a day moon seen apart from a prime sun
Like a dewdrop on the grasses in the afternoon
Sometimes she is visible with her gossamer wings
Flitting over the clouds, then the arc of rainbows.

One swirling of her wand, and magic starts:
Grief decreases in halves, happiness doubles.
They need her, and so do you, to use her goodness
as an instant receipt for your rude fat wishes.

The never-ending abundance of kindness bestows
On your insatiable needs becoming incessant demands
Because her innocent joy is your defiled jealousy
And what does she get? – Tears you can’t care less.


Across the five continents and seven seas
Beyond the bridges of time over the Lethe
There is the Fortune Isle – enchanting Avalon
Where all things grow and perfect themselves
Not by physical labor but by nature’s magician
in the sovereignty of nine faerie queens’ realm
of Prudence, Justice, Fortitude, and Temperance
Adonized in Beauty, revered in magnificence
As Morgan Le Fay, the Queen of the queens
Keeps the Holy Grail under the Sacred Oak
With her half-brother, once mortal King Arthur
Whom the Queen has brought from the battlefield
By Black Boat from which her paramour Dane Ogier
Came to Avalon, where his journey ended in a tryst
With the Queen by the lake of shining waters
Where she brought her son Oberon into light
who became the king of faeries and married Titania.
Avalon is near and far, real and mythical from whither
Truth and wishes are sought after and eloped together.