When I read
your
tarot
and I placed the cards in a
Celtic Cross

I pulled the Hanging
Man,
The Emperor...
The Hermit and then,
Death.

I see what you're doing.

I see where you hide.

I see that you're burdened by
the past that spun around you, out of your control- a child
who
was shown a world that
often touches in a way
that is not kind-

that is this world
and
I'm a part of it
too.

Hold any card
you want,
my love,

touch any card of
mine.

Hold me
to your chest
and feel the love
that life can
give
a
soul
like yours
who holds the
marks of
many ghosts
existing in
the past

I'll hold out my empty hands
for you

to fall into
when you
can
finally
open
your eyes.