Candlelight flickering in a mystical dance
Flames glistening off pools of darkened water
Crystal gem refractions like tear drops fall
From witch hazel rod withdrawn above
 
Fascination beckons you gaze into it
Stare deeply into the rippled midnight glass
Entranced by reflections shining back at you
Mirrored images to your prophet's glance
 
Magically for you it becomes a portal
Transport into worlds not recognized
Through times clearly not of your own
Presented visions you may never want to tell
 
Inquisitors upon your doorsteps
Enchanted by a sorcery all their own
Obscured predictions to avoid them
Questions left of futures we may know
 
The allure of enlightenment drives us
To fathom what passage of time may bring
What portents of disaster did you see there
Knowing, do we have the power to change
 

01/02/1996

Posted on 10/02/2001
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