There are omens on the wings of butterflies
Moths with rainbow backs in doorways
Who blink signs & signals
In vague dreams.
I dream books and questions
In the trembling night,
Watch the Moon for shadows
Like tea leaves.
Knowledge.
Sense.
Understanding.
These are what we crave.
We invent the gods,
Those exclamations,
To root ourselves to Aerth.
The tea leaves cleanse doubt
The cards are maps.
Only the Moon remains
What She is,
Unfathomable.