NYMPH-A

 

A fairy,, fair lady of water lily I’ve met

All her own in a crowded forest,

Speaking the languages of nine realms.

She watches the world through her opium mirrors.

 

Cats guard the gates of her little lodge,

The smell of incense coming from pot.

Addictive you say, I say world changing.

She showed me the absolute painting.

 

A fairy, fair lady of water lily I’ve become friend.

When she said Lazarus, I understand.

Art was the common ground we shared.

And this is the story of me and Nymph-A.