We read the palm of the hand
just as Delphi’s oracle did,
two parallel lines
and intertwining that never meet,
a map of bloodlines,
all in the sharp tips of the stars,
where a light waits to reawaken
and glow,
as it means to, with a hand raised in faith.
Fingers glide
in chords, according to the flavor of life,
somewhere a melody turns into a ballad,
and somewhere, in a melody, a sigh is sown.
Signs that must be read
in old destinies and ancient beliefs.
(Agron Shele was born in Albania currently residing in Belgium. He has authored several Poetry books, Novels and Short Stories. He is the President of the International Poetical Galaxy “Atunis” and coordinator of International Atunis Galaxy Antholgy. He is winner of many international literary prizes)
