Dancing over trampled fairgrounds

Chance to see a girl with hair crowned

In lovely jewels

Of raindrop fluid

Such a view IĠd neĠer 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


İ Stanley Lovell