Very slowly the walls disappeared, moonlight lit the room.
A forest appeared, surrounding the place she lay in.
Her bed became a bower of flowers, vines, sweet scented herbs.
There came fairies and nymphs, priestesses of the Great Mother,
... they came and carried her away to another place,
the garden of renewal and rebirth.
Now she rests for a bit, tended by the priestesses as she dreams,
all her memories of joy, all else forgotten.
The nymphs brings flowers to lay upon her as she rests.
Now and then, when she wakes, they feed her a brew of blessed herbs,
preparing her for the next part of her journey.
copyright 2011 E A Kaufman
Rest well and be renewed Ruth, your adventure begins!