Another world is mine, that none else see,
  Cast from a softer, stranger, sweeter mold,
  Created by some laughing god for me
  Alone - its colors bright, its textures bold
  Impressionistic sweeps.  I look at trees
  Like Renoirs, vivid splashes tossed against
  The towering, thundering, watercolor sease
  Of sky.  New-washed, chalk-drawn - my world - unfenced,
  Unlined, unsigned, it bears no scars of men.
  Its velvet folk, androgynous, unflawed,
  Move with a boneless grace from home to glen.
  I stand and watch in joyous wonder, awed.
      I need no spacebound ship, no mystic passes
      To reach my world.  I just take off my glasses.

          -- Holly Lisle
             "Minerva Wakes"