The lights are low
Not on a whim,
Let's start out slow.
I'll light the candle
You bring the wine
And we'll start to handle
The questions, one at at time.
We concentrate,
Emotions wild,
Our energy does not abate,
The room feels mild.
I'll lay the cards
You ask the meaning
We'll feel like bards,
With information gleaning.
We'll quiet the room
And get right down busy
Honor our broom
And have no tizzy.
The guides offer help now
In answers we'll hear
Our dedication will wow
Them when they're near.
One, two and three
The cards fly to the table
Their own will is free
For us to label.
They let us divine,
And for ourselves learn
The answers are mine
For me to yet earn.
At the end of the night
Weary and sated,
We leave with our insite
From the energy we created.
