Comrades: Friendly Spirits

The daemons doze,
Their little tails
Curled around
Their scaly bodies.

Meanwhile, Horse,
Bear,
And Young Woman
Stay close by my bed;

I stroke Horse’s head,
And give Bear a hug;
I know this reads like
Some kind of fairy tale!

All is calm,
And I rest carefree,
Unperturbed by anything,
Breathtakingly still:

No waves break
The pond,
Nor stir
The muck below;

I don’t know
How far
This will go,
But it is so enjoyable.

Who knew
Fantasy could be
So real,
Or so comforting?

I never would have guessed,
No, not ever predicted
That such esoteric practice
Could bring such peace.