The Sight Beyond V2

The Sight Beyond

I saw your face before you knew,
In mist that hides, in morning dew.
Not in the stars, not in the flame,
But in the part of you with no name.

You seek the path, you seek the sign,
But truth walks not a single line.

The sight beyond is never blind,
It sees the soul you left behind.
I do not lead, I do not chase—
The Diviner walks in shadowed grace.
No fate is fixed, no word is still,
Yet all must bow to unseen will.

The cards may fall, the bones may shake,
But no one leaves without the ache.
You hold a wish with trembling hand—
But answers rarely go as planned.

You want to know, but not to pay,
Yet every dawn demands the grey.

The sight beyond is cold and true,
It mirrors not what you once knew.
I do not warn, I do not plead—
The Diviner names what you must heed.
Ask your question, breathe it deep—
But what you sow is what you'll keep.

Three times spoken, one undone,
Threads unravel, one by one.
To ask the stars is not to see—
But to forget what “I” must be.

The sight beyond will never fade,
Though gods may sleep and stars degrade.
I do not cry, I do not sing—
The Diviner feels the turning ring.
So speak again, or turn away—
But know: the truth does not delay.