By Ruzica Matic
I went to see a fortune teller,
a fate weaver with magic words.
I wanted her to read my future,
to tell me of shifting worlds.
I went to kiss the river goodbye,
to part the water with my lips.
I wanted the current to take my sins
and move my anchored ships.
I went to tickle the sleeping flowers,
to rouse the delicate petals, so white.
I wanted them to feel the Sunlight,
and never fear the coming night.
Full poem here
Art: Wishing Well by Moonglowlilly