Wisdom Lyrics

[Letter 7: New England 3/9 – 1896]

In the presence of a young and mysterious,
attractive fortune teller,
I had my future laid out before me
in detailed descriptions.

The wind was howling outside, but I felt safe and warm.
On this night her emerald eyes shone
directly through me when she said:

“When I put the tarot cards, I look at your desires, longings, wishes
and an urge for acceptance”.

The interior of her small compartment
seemed to melt into the density of the air.
I couldn´t help staring into those penetrating eyes.

She took my hand in her own and spoke into the air:
"When I read in the palm of your hand, I see a spark
of desire, submission, chaos and intolerance”.

I vanished in the gypsy woman´s hazel green eyes,
couldn´t resist to let her have my inner self.
The eroticism of it all is still a mystery to me.

She had a sad look upon her beautiful face
as she whispered to me:
“When I gaze in the crystall ball, I see your secret desires,
greed, perfect wisdom, lust and degradation,
when I look into the crystal ball”.