How I Met the Mysticthe blind girl writes a spell to cast
how long will her sorcery last
the blind girl writes but can she see
as she prescribes a solution for me
my troubles are many but hasn`t she got
some of her own to put in the pot
the blind girl`s hand moves fast then slow
what mysteries she writes I cannot know
the mystical girl with eyes of grey
has only to blink to have her way
the blind girl casts a spell for me
I ask why she doesn`t let herself see
the sorceress answered not with words
but with the musical singing of birds
then I began to understand
her vision lay deep within her hand
for as she sang her hand still moved
letters deep into an unseen groove
~Poess~