In a cold moonlit night,
a strange lady came to me.
She was very bright.
Her eyes starred at me.
Hopeless as I could be.
She was pointing at me.
One wish she offered.
One mind was jumbled.
Choices were laid down.
The connections were bound.
She ordered a start.
I was only a man who was smart.
I questioned sincerity.
She nodded right at me.
A papyrus as appeared to be.
A spell cast upon me.
“When all numbers sail
When no one else can see
Let my one wish prevail.
Grant my eyes the honesty.”
(to be continued…)
firstmanonjupiter 