These shamans with their second sight

might tell you they are guided-

by misted past lives,

future spirits,

a distant queen,

a prophet....

or two.

They will wring their hands,

face the awful agony of clairvoyance-

annoyance and blessing they say,

heads shaking

with the pain of it all.

 

Cross my palm-

for the next hour

on my carousel of wonder

you will sit-

and in a bit

I will tell you what you want to know,

or what I want to tell you.

I will be specifically mysterious,

directly bewildering.

Leave you stunned

by forecast of fortune

and visions yet to be.

 

When you leave,

you will want more-

for I am a master

caster of hopes and dreams.

You are lost

but I will find you-

lead you to the answer.

Come with me

up the garden path,

we'll dance together-

you and I-

away with the fairies.