Clouds From The Moon Poem by Nika McGuin

Mystery man
Clouded crystal ball
Blank tarot card
I can't see into you.

Tell me now
What you wanna do.
Will it simmer or boil
This mystical brew,
This me and you?

Gypsy eyes,
You seem to read my soul.
Tell me what you saw there
But never reveal the ending.

Voodoo man
Palm without lines
Rune inscribed relic
I can't read you at all
But I want to.

Oh,
You make me want to
Clear the clouds from the moon.