Absent portrait

Down the path, and down the road, the castle walls, the wilderness, and cosmos –

How do I get to you, g, my dear, when before me, everywhere I go, God onward goes?

Lost in hazy recollections, an intergalactic art critic, one asks, how does one draw compassion from the Mona Lisa?

But look! In my beauty, is Mona Lisa’s mirror, now two, now multiple, multiverse, comets strike all over, to gaze at her!

….in all her soft humanity, so fragile, my lady placed comets inside her inclined forehead, her smile, slight, on the twisted road,

Placed comets in her compassion, her portrait, there, galaxy hopper, tripped over my single mirror, she placed her portrait in my hands