Out stretched finger tips pleading in the darkest night
somethings seem distant out of reach;
do I ask for too much?
Shuffle and flip of the Tarot cards
all possibilities are put into mystical perspective
the devil plays games with no one!
Soul to soul wounded dove
tiny petals fall from high above
and whispers generate magical stirrings
Hope flourishes dead sea mambo jumbo
you know I can sail with the best of them!
…Now and then on bended knee
searching for a familiar face, eye to eye
recognize – one more time pure of heart
Did I love in vain?

© 2016 Trilby