Eyes of the Diviner

Eyes of the Diviner

Stir the smoke, the circle drawn,
The veil is thin before the dawn.
The water swirls, the fire sighs,
The past returns behind your eyes.

I see the thread, I trace the spark—
A voice that speaks inside the dark.

I hold the wind, I taste the flame,
The stars all whisper but never name.
The world may twist, the truth may blur—
But all you are returns to her.
I do not guess, I do not choose—
The Diviner sees what you might lose.

A feather falls, a mirror cracks,
A hidden path through moonlit tracks.
You stand at doors that won't remain,
One leads to joy, one ends in pain.

So breathe and still your racing mind—
The future comes to those who find.

I hold the wind, I taste the flame,
The stars all whisper but never name.
The tides may rise, the fates may blur—
But time will turn, as time prefers.
I speak no curse, I cast no bind—
The Diviner only reads the sign.

Left or right, now or never,
Crossroads drift like falling weather.
North brings loss, south brings fire,
West forgets and east conspires.

I hold the wind, I taste the flame,
Each echo different, none the same.
You came for light, you came for peace—
But truth is wild, it will not cease.
Take what you will, leave what you must—
The Diviner dreams in ash and dust.