PSYCHOSIS

Dancing over trampled fairgrounds

Chance to see a girl with hair crowned

In lovely jewels

Of raindrop fluid

Such a view I’d ne’er found

And so my feet move through the grass

Nearer to the beautiful lass

Who stood there smiling

And so implying

Thoughts contrived would soon pass

But she was an apparition

The psychosis of cognition

A beautiful ghost

That had me engrossed

One more host envisioned

© Stanley Lovell