Steady stare into the abyss,

Softening focus, then maybe she’ll see,

Script formed in an ancient language

Long forgotten by current man.

Incense wafts an earthy scent,

Grounding her to the past.

Winds push the smoke out

Swirls turn to calligraphy,

Chills runs through her bones

As the dancing trail begins to reveal

A story of ages long ago…