Wheels Of Fortune

Those foggy horizons, I remember

Those hopeless nothings, I recall

Those everlasting seconds, I summon

By means of magic, dark or sacred -

For it is the same - they have gone.

Will they ever hide?

Those turning wheels of fortune, I foresee

Those blood-pumping hours, I prophecize

For those rainy ends, I long

By means of destiny, human or divine -

For it is the same - they have come.

Will they ever show?

Sara F.