I wanted to meet the exquisite lady,

Waited for two whole months and had forgotten.

The rate at which it was going,

This opportunity, I never thought I would have gotten.

Then the strike of luck, a cancelled appointment,

Showing doors open to her time; for me.

I was very inquisitive, as to how she could see.

After battling it out with my lover,

Against the whole concept, he decided not to go,

The powerful whims of being a dominant person,

Dragged him along for my curiosity to grow.

Her husband showed us the way and in the room,

Curious by nature scanned the walls and everything it beheld.

I was scared to touch, lest the balance of the room be disturbed.

My love was talking, the topics spoken or discussed, all unheard.

My eyes were busy perceiving the innovate concept of door eye-hole.

Shaken I was, when she graced an entrance with a bright smile.

I asked for water; for I needed a clear throat,

To see how she would navigate my life-boat.

It is wrong to question the cards that lay before me.

But I knew she reads eyes, the very instant into her eyes I did see.

I could not blink for I felt I might miss something, locked in my eyes,

My thoughts diverted my attention to the color of her eyes,

They were pure and not mysterious as I had often imagined them to be.

I picked out several cards, all the while tapping several with my nails…

I did not want to believe and yet I wanted to know, I gave it an honest effort.

I let go of what I wanted and prepared myself to hear what I had to know.

“More often I tell people what they need to know,

It might not be what they want to hear”…my curiosity was set to blow.

The first statement of all cards blue, a very pleasant color,

It was as though she already knew, blue was my favorite color.

Several truths were told of me and several questions asked.

I was curious of many things, but the time did not last.

Yet I asked her; else my heart would explode and die,

Is it considered madness that one sees things, is it all a lie?

Science failed to explain to me, so I sought to ask her in the end.

She smiled at me as if she knew I was drowning, her hand did extend.

I could not stop thinking, my mind was in full throttle and upturned,

Probably math gave me comfort when the difference of hundred I returned.

I did not want to prove my keen perspective…but it was not in my control.

“A well oiled engine”, how true those words maybe, I smiled.

I was not good at receiving compliments, it made me squirm beneath.

I had many things I wished to do, yet I am so confused.

Of the path to choose, I want to break free, fly away, I am restless.

I find myself battling with myself in my mind, bringing the whole mess.

Although her words played a massive role in carving my deep memory.

In the garage I looked around, shall not forget the Tarot reader’s territory.

In my heart, I wished her good luck, she’d be travelling soon,

I might meet her again? I might need some answers, I’ll come alone.

At night I ponder, what is this life really meant for,

So much to do, so little time, calculated risks called for?

I pray silently and fell asleep, but unlike other days,

I think of her pure eyes and wonder if she can see God’s grace.