The pain of you, is no more now,
It disappeared, like snow on a fevered brow.
In its wake, cool reason a sweetness,
A lightness; happiness.
This soft, all embracing aura;
A metal mantle, that no evil arrow
Penetrates with its poison of sorrow;
Freshly polished, durable, not gone tomorrow.
What fun to have had and now is no more.
To laugh with eyes that see and ears that hear.
The scales of distortion lifted away, leaving reality,
The mind and soul in a tranquil harbour, finally.