Wispless Soul

I am the tangerine oracle.
Only lies do roll from my tongue.

To assuage and bely all your fears.
I'd give you the breath from each lung.

I speak in the words sorely wished for,
To weave diamonds built from coal.

With gentle and nimble, pale fingers
I pluck sadness straight from your soul.


I'm rarely spared a thought.

But tales all told, help all given,
It's in my own rope I tie the knot.