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.