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