The Green Fairy - Absinthe

The Green Fairy visits me From an apothecary jar And gives me a Commoner’s taste of heaven Libations for one and all In close proximity Not from afar. In smoke filled rooms Of curling delights I see diamonds Reflected in all the lights And Illumination From the green glow Possessed by the café’s glasses. All is forgiven and forgotten Within those walls of shame There is a warmth and a comfort To all its dismay… As night turns toward midnight… And midnight runs toward day. There is no real obscure focus… No magical hocus pocus No real concentration of veritable belief That the green fairy hides behind. As absinthe begins and then continues on To rule my body and my mind And spirits me away To a life of shortened days But hours lengthened by the devotion To The Green Fairy. Copyright Christine A Kysely 2010 November 26, 2010 (c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,