(The Parlour) Who am I?

There is a magic in the air

a storm in my heart

music in the walls

and life in your lungs

what are we sweet lovers

Emperors upon high

Wandering fools

or Azlan

to us?

How do we know

who we are

How do we stop this swirling storm in our hearts

how do we look in the mirror

and know who we are?

how do we know

what song we are singing

or to which tune

we are dancing ?

I blink.

I see the charioteer in your eyes, 

An Empress in your quill

Emperor is felt in your handshake. 

The fool is in your stride

I see storms

and life too 

in your soul

I ask you who you're

and you say 

this

or

that

but we are Angels

and we are Demons

for we are more than

personification

The fool is but a shard of you 

the Empress too

they are but pieces of a human

soul

so when you wake

in the orange light of the dawn

or the silver light of the night

ask yourself

who am I today?