Mirrors

Mirrors

Ancient Prophetress,

what see you

as you gaze pensive

into the scrying bowl?

Sacred water

reflecting portent images,

swirling time and distance;

"Beware!" she cries,

as if struck back,

her prophecy severe.

Four thousand years

pass in a heartbeat;

pensive visage

stares back sadly;

A broken soul

reflecting incident images,

swirling time and distance;

"At last!" she cries

from ages past,

her prophecy complete.

© ACG

30 September 2006