How do you do justice,
To one who may not have been?
It’s hard to not seem foolish,
Especially if one should be seen.
But sometimes I can’t help but notice,
Her shining so bright in the sky,
And then my palms face the heavens,
As I watch her ride on by.
All Hail Inanna,
Queen of Heaven and me.
I don’t know if I’m delusional.
But I do know what my eyes see.