Card One--The Magician

My hand hovers above the stack
Tingle of gypsy power
Flowing through my finger tips.
Time for the choice to fall.
Pull the card in the middle.
What card of fortune will try
To control my destiny today?

Masked Magician speaks to me
In symbols greater than words.
Past life in hiding
Priest still deciding
What life stills means for he
Within staffs, stars, and sword
And the golden cup of fate.
Never ending pages
Forever turn themselves
His smile brings brightened eyes
His frown brings compromise
And places the book among his shelves
To remain throughout the ages
With wisdom used as bait.

Gypsy hand returns the card
To the spirit of the future
Within the stack.
Nothing will change my destiny
As it speak to me
Through faces of strangers
Forever painted in mismatched scenes
On cards barely blessed
With water, salt, incense, and flame.