| Magda Sees All The sign in the window reads "Magda Sees All" In faded block letters above a drawn crystal ball Through draped beaded curtains and incense so sweet Is a room of red velvet, Persian rugs 'neath your feet At a table sits Magda, dressed in yards of white silk Her lips are like rubies, her skin pale as milk Her hair glows like autumn, colored red shot with gold A once infamous beauty, or so I've been told Her age is a secret, hidden behind her sweet smile Her hand raised in greeting--won't you stay for a while? On the wall there are photos faded amber with time Of a lovely young Magda in her youth and her prime She's ageless and timeless like a clock stopped mid-second A Witch? No, an Angel, folks argue and reckon She reads tea-leaves and tarot and asks for your palm Foretelling your future in a voice soft and calm The stars and the moon speak to her every night Revealing secrets of souls that wander in and out of the light A white dove at her shoulder, a black cat at her feet She predicts great joys and great sorrows without missing a beat Her own life a mystery, no one knows whence she came But they all come to see her, they all know her name They whisper, "Magda sees all", and it's true don't you see? Just stop by and see her if you don't believe me She'll tell you your secrets, your future, your past The minutes like seconds, an hour will fly past "No use fearing your future", she'll say as you leave "Tomorrow's coming no matter what you'd like to believe I tell what I see, and what I cannot see, too What you do with this telling I leave up to you" You'll leave light of spirit, no matter her vision And understand that each day is a conscious decision To travel through time on a path made of light For a guide on this journey, visit Magda tonight. |
