The High Priestess

In the night she reigns
With the crest of the moon at her feet
The stars at her head
Divide of worlds she sits
Within her Knowledge lays secrets of
Mysteries yet untold that lay upon her tongue.
Wisdom of judgment
To the fool to be wise
Scrolls arcane she does sustain
Boaz  Jachin

The Fool

Of joy and laughter
He know his lot
Of wisdom he cares little
Vagabond creature no home of his
Trends with light foot
For the ground is too heavy
For him
The Excuse he gives
On his back is life’s possessions
Ahead the new
No number holds him to a path
On a whim of fancy flight
Looks not to where he’s been
But to the heaven and their grace
Stops to smell a flower sweeter
At his heels dog persist
One wrong step and he is done