(from a fool’s journey)

Will o’ the wisp wending a land of dreams 
Daisies, bright blooming weeds, 
mellifluous, grand. 
Whoosh! Genie arms wide into flight 
above foam and sea. 
Beyond fear, 
absorbed by awareness — sheer horizon 
confined by no mind, eyes 
or reason. 
Who imagines, 
and in that magic space settles 
to reside? 
Women in velvet and fur, swan necks, 
arrogant tresses, 
sip marvelous narcotic, sweet as fire. 
Upheld mirror portraits, glowing strands 
of wire and prismic hues, 
vibrant perfumes call to wander, 
to stray. 
Will-less, free, each step, 
each feather fall 
a gift of mystery, of mystics’ play, 
caress of bliss.