Here You are again,
gentle green Goddess giving
tender blue and purple love,
no sign of apprehension.

I can never help but see Her
in Your thinly veiled eye,
this essence hidden from all
but those who recognize that lamp
dimly shining in the window at home.

Wandering drunks search You out
over eaons and untold mist-shrouded worlds,
I so lucky You drop into my vision
only by freakish chance through all the fog,
even a moment blinds me with the blessing.

I who pray for this shattering
of every sight, thought, or song,
for You who destroys effortlessly
that which is layed on the slab for love.