Seeing a Seer
SEEING A SEER
I grow weary of the wait
Tomorrow seems but a distant star
The temptation to peep grows stronger every passing minute
So I determine…
On the morrow to walk into her chambers
There I shall hold out my palm to her scrutiny
So she can with incarnations tell me what the future holds
I hear she is skilled in the art…. She never gets it wrong
But what if on the day I visit her deity is on leave
Will she look me straight in the eye and say so
Oh will she go ahead on her own frolic
To tell me of my fortunes
Shall my future then be it as she utters
Or shall I by false hope be guided
If only I could be certain she is certain
Then shall I summon the courage to go see the seer.
Copyright © Arinda Onesmus | Year Posted 2016
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