I wish I was clairvoyant,
Future I’d unwind.
Or, like Indie, an adventurer,
Then your treasures I would find.
I’d seek them out and polish them
Like gems of greatest worth
And lovingly enfold them
In softest velvet purse.
Every one would be to me
A portent of our times,
Directing cause and so effect,
Reason made from rhymes.
But better yet than Fortune’s fool
I may lay my head upon your chest
While you stroke my hair and whisper words
That ease and give me blessed rest
Till fire aflames from hearts so pure
That angels hear and falter, at
Honesty and gift of love
That fortune may not alter.
scottishmomus 