Psychic Visions Poem by Jeri Martindale

Visions flash through my mind each day, as I see the future. I close my eyes to pray, I need you!

I knew that I was going to meet you; infact I saw you before. I didn't want to take my eyes off of you.

I see more than you know when I look into your eyes the first time I see your face. Yes the real you, the man you are inside.

Purple is my color, I feel powerful in it, the color of the queen, a radiant psychic being.

I can see your color if your standing in the sun. It explodes across the sky, coloring a walkway leading me along.

I can feel wonderful sensations each time I seek your eyes, and even when mine are closed I can still see yours shining bright..

I feel you before I ever meet you, seeking you out as I walk through life. You belong to me, I've known all this time.

Blue is attractive; quitely I seek it. Forcing me to carry on until I can find and keep it.

My destiny I know, quite alarming; look in my crystal ball, your blue eyes have always called out to me.

Purple, Blue..... laying together. A vision of us, entangled skin; as destined star crossed lovers.