She saw my past in my future
she saw the tears in my laugh
she could feel my conviction, my eviction, my contradiction.
She pierced the veil
she spied the crystal ball
all in one breath, barely an eyeball.
She stood witness
to all of my sins, all of my wins,
in a shadowy flash
in an instant, a glimpse of my past — and future.
She heard music as I hear it
when there is none, the quiet in-between
she held up the mirror and the colours swirled.
Her vision, my truth, my lie
suspended in time and space
the light swaying on my path.
In that moment, I could see the fool,
the jester, the king,
the prince and the queen.
I suddenly knew the difference
between my greatness, my sadness,
and my (slight) madness.
This fortune teller could see my soul
loved by others yet utterly alone
this is a solo show.
A Morrocan sunset
the sky inky, smokey and dry
she told my story
an ethereal magic carpet ride.