Illusions Poem by Guy Israeli

You query the mind with confusion
while spreading the mist of illusion.
With whom do I have the pleasure to converse
a Goddess whose image is displayed in reverse.
A green reflection to mirror the soul -
so divine, she must construct and control
the feeble minds who cannot stay or withhold
a session of fables, the acts of the bold.
You tell me, should we continue this dance
or perhaps to enjoy the ride
and let the illusions advance?