Concerto de Destiny in A - Minor…Parable

Destiny sighed and then set violin to chin

Seemed as though the moon itself glowed beneath her skin

Delicately, the bow whispered across the strings

Each note a butterfly, soaring on borrowed wings

Schools and schools of notes, swimming like ghostly minnows

Wafting in between the aisles, up and down the rows

On and on she played till her predictions were told

How some would suffer bad luck, and others strike gold

Every head tilted just so, captivated

Counting out their transgressions, albeit belated

Hoping beyond hope Karma wouldn’t circle `round

Murmuring something `bout being lost and then found

Some hearts hammered tried and true , gaining their content

Some conceded – the dial on their compass was bent

A select number faced a mirror much too late

Heaven knows they’re goners now, consumed by their fate

The bow slid to a finish; its final quiver

And over the gathering, rippled a shiver

Destiny seemed to regret what she’d had to do

But she’d told them before till her face had turned blue

She scanned the swarm, knowing most would slip before long;

Wheels in their ruts, satisfied to roll with the throng

Yet, she noticed some hopefuls; souls who understood…

If you “Do unto others…” – what comes back is good J

Copyright June 18, 2010 © Sheila Roy