All she
Ever wishes
Is to tell me
All about
Angels

But I find that
Kind of funny
Cause I think
She’s one
Herself

As she lays
Those cards
Face down
On our table
Sitting silent

With her eyes
Closed shut
And focused
As an aura
Gold like light

Seizes
What may pass
In this deck
That houses
Secrets

From a truth
Held in those crystals
As she chooses
Fate
With stone

Yet wins
My heart at last
By her colors
Shown
Through reading

This soul
Which wants
But nothing
Than her blessing
Giving life

To a feeling
Thought long past
Where God
Has fallen
Victim

Till the empath
I call healer
Finds love
Between us
Turned

Out of signs
And holding hands
When the stars
Align
Like symbols

Unearthing
Heaven waiting
Within
That holy
Gift.

– J. Pigno