Full Poem



Luck awaits me

if I could buy it from

her miracles stores


she gives me three dates

for her call to reach

the higher cosmic forces


she dreams me stand

in the middle of a

tree-lined park


against saffron flowers

flashes of light focus

on my serene face


the shower of gold tempts

a being of light descends

I’m offered a new life


divine abundance

defeat of enemies

and stream of love


if I could pay

for her rituals of

angelic magic