My tarot poem channeled from the cards.
The crossroads.
As I reach the crossroads and lean upon my stave I remember being the hanged man just when I was a knave. But now I am the king of cups with the lovers as my guide and in a golden chariot I'll find out where you hide. A rainbow in a cup and an 8 pointed star became my point of reference to find out where you are. I stopped off at the chapel to give my self some rest but the priestess blessed the moon above and then she pointed west. I saw a lightening stuck tower and many intelligent fall but I became the wise fool and it didn't matter at all. My stave became a lantern an inner guiding light as I carried on my journey through the wast lands of the night. You ride bare back upon a tiger, swirling in the sky fired by your creative form you didn't have to try. And I have seen you in a watery bed that's deep beneath the sea and in a sacred moonlit grove I'll sit and wait for thee. :love1: |
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Great poem :smile: |
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Thanks Starlight that means a lot. Much love from my sacred moonlit grove to your enchanted grove. :D |
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