Wisdom

In the presence of a young and mysterious, attractive fortune-teller I had my future laid out before me in detailed descriptions The wind was howling outside, but I felt safe and warm On this night Her emerald eyes shone directly through me when she said "When I put down the tarot cards I look at your desires Longings, wishes And an urge for acceptance" The interior of her small compartment seemed to melt into the density of the air I couldn't help staring into those penetrating eyes She took my hand in her own and spoke into the air "When I read into the palm of your hand I see a spark of desire Submission, chaos And intolerance" I vanished in the gypsy woman's hazel green eyes Couldn't resist to let her have my inner self The eroticism of it all is still a mystery To me She had a sad look upon her beautiful face as she whispered to me "When I gaze into the crystal ball I see your secret desires Perfect wisdom (greed, lust) And degradation When I look into the crystal ball When I look into the crystal ball"