I drank deeply
from her dimpled cup,
focussed my mind,
that was jumping like a colt,
and made my
prophecies thus:

"you are the daughter
of a reclusive prince
(who could also be a pianist )
a dark power wanted
to liquidate him,
but his mind was luminant,
his will was so strong,

he fell head over heals
in love with a gypsy,
a wandering mendicant
who was a magician of love.
he loved the magic in life,
no wonder he was saved.

You will
lose your virginity
to a powerful man
whose power will not
harm this world a bit!
(powerful not harming us
is indeed rare!)

you will give birth to a son,
who could be a king
(though monarchy now is no option
kings by other names aren't rare!)
even if they make him king,
he would abdicate and in turn,
would  lead a life loving trees, rivers, 
all in the nature,
light, and darkness he considers alike.
he is brave, with a heart
brimming with love.

you are a blessed woman
spirit of gypsy is alive still.
give  a hoot about money,
but be contended with
abundance of beauty you create,
in ways none can imagine!

you don't want to change
the world a bit as you like,
but let everything go
in the order it should,
and just walk past
the busy streets,
towards
a breath taking sunset"

i heard an eloquent silence.
she jumped up from her seat,
took a swig of Champaigne,
and kissed me twice.
O