Green fairy queen of the bottle,
Fresh green dew on wormwood leaves
You aid my struggle, through each day.
My green fairy, my FRIENDS discourage me
They say not to experience your grace this often;
As often as I do.
They say I am becoming an addict
An addict to your pleasant euphoria?
Addiction is far from the word I choose for you,
For it helps ease my pain of rejection.
Not expunging my mind of that memory.
Easing my pain without killing it.
I remember her words, green fairy
But why cant she feel the same?
And why cant I let her go?
I hope for her to change them to acceptation,
That is why I cannot forget.
When I am with you, fairy of green mist
I know I must accept her unemotional feelings,
I learn of other possibilities, of other options.
So I go to the river, having experienced you and I play.
We play our drums, my dreaded brother and I.
Then she comes, not who I spoke of earlier but another
She is not a stranger, but we have never met.
She asks if her and her friends can play.
So sweetly is her voice.
So kindly her tone.
So accepting her smile.
I can accept her due to my condition.
With My mind not set only on rejection I faced in the past,
I must not live in fantasy
Living in the past, wondering of the past.
I will face reality
Thank you fairy queen
You may have made me able to love again.
