Magician's Wife

John William Waterhouse

The reality:
it is only my old nightmares poisoning me
it is me who is asleep
here in the fragrance of the mountain herbs
you have laid me down on the wild flowers
you have called my name
yet I still don't know you
even when your eyes are full of self-evidencies

Oh North wind, bring me soon the truth,
the humility,
the patience
all that he already is