Avalon- my sanctuary, where I have been out to heal

Above all the criticism, blame and murder foul.

The lights are on, and it is my spiritual home

Peace reigns, because the Thin White Queen is known

By Saints and Angels only

A woman so lonely

But filled with Spirit and therefore beyond the hurt

Of the cruel mindset and the false answers, curt

A haven of rest for body, mind and soul

For the waves of rancour never do roll

Over that place so exalted and safe and sound

One place on the planet so free and yet so bound

One day to freedom’s choice land of bliss

To escape this

The dull thud of the head upon the pillow

And once again cast out upon the billow…