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?

I See Astrology

I once had a dream,
An esoteric dance of the mind,
A story of astrological language,
I made a raft out of fingernails,
Crafted by strength of Taurus,
With the helping hand of a ram of course,
Upon cautious and melancholic stone,
To skirt a blue sea of pisces scales,

For miles I voyaged,
Waters of empathy,
Drifting upon balanced winds of Libra,
Winds of expression,
Dodging ornery waves of piscine goats,
Sent by the aquatic bearer of divinity Aquarius,
I escape by the skin of my teeth,
I disembark above Cancer rockpools,

To be greeted by conjoined twin dockhands,
Eager to assist,
Onward to bend the knee to a lion king,
And his assertive fiery mane,
His scorpion royal guard eye me suspiciously,
Barbed halberds at hand,
His equine archers nock arrows in caution,
Tension grew like noxious clouds,

When it seemed their patience had run thin,
The hand of his princess out cast,
Her name Virgo,
The other stars faded,
An embrace commenced,
But then I awoke,
And the stars were gone,
Only sunrise remained.