Precognition

I once met a woman,
In a side street sideshow,
All lavender veils and candles,
A purported soothsayer of old,
A fortune teller,

It was as if she saw the future,
As if an eye had opened upon her brow,
She spoke of things that hadn’t happened,
Conversations and marriages and heartbreaks,
Crashes and illnesses and revels,

She spoke with such artistry and vim,
Firmly and sincerely,
I could only believe her,
It could only be the truth,
Breaks in the dream,

She had also seen the end,
Not of you and I,
But of everything,
Despite my requests and coin,
She would not reveal how.

Synastry

Souls be bound,
Occupying spaces within each other,
A synchronicity spanning star systems,
Soulmates under an astrological plan,
Designs with axes where two souls’ synastry can be observed,
The key is in the natal signs,
Locations of hearts etched on a chart,
Horoscopes blended together,

Humans are not mere flesh,
Though men are from Mars,
And women from Venus,
Souls are the domain of the very suns,
From Aries to Pisces,
Bound by birth date and name,
Under stars and astral bodies,
Compatibility left to the flux of the universe.

Palmistry

Pull aside the silk veil of the tent,
On this fateful eve,
Approach the chiromancer in violet,
Her face obscured by textile facade,
Offer your precious hand,
The map for your soul,
A blueprint of your potential future,

Your hand is a portal for eyes,
Eyes trained to read the weave of ages,
The lines and shapes,
Heart and head and life,
Signs drawn on to your palm,
From the planetary bodies above,
Venus and mercury and the sun,

It is a curious art,
Pseudoscience to some,
But reality to others,
It begs the question of your internal monologue,
Do you believe the reading?
Or will you take the reins,
With your own hands?