Opposites attract like unto

I dont know what’s real what’s not

She couldn’t know, then, could she?

Could be, could be not, my soul speaks

A Reality of her Compassion, her heart.

Loves been in my thought, a happy

Thought, a warm honey voice of love,

Moon speak and hell speak is or is not,

And comes to my ears, mad and mad-not,

From hells spouting mouth, daffodils

Wither, earth lies in tatters, leaves

Shrivel, and hearts fall to ruin, and

Call on you to come, knock on my door

Bring, goddess, your compassion, yellow,

Green, blue, you don’t but I see you

Caught in evil cities of kings, you think

You’re evil, but goddess, your compassion

It’s so casual, it absently falls off you

Purple, like robes noble, I see you,

Your Beatific compassion, a statue,

You don’t see tho, yourself, touching my soul.