Tales of tea and tarot decks
Voodoo priestesses and lords
Precious gems and stones cut raw
Oils and scents and trunks galore

Witches brew and boiling potions
Magic spells cast on wild shores
Ouija boards that channeled spirits
Cuban cigars, dark rum, folklore

Genies waiting inside shiny lamps
Granting wishes in days of yore
Conjured candles, smudges and incense
Covens, caves and secret doors

Full moons at sacred sand dunes
In desert lands with wild boars
Mayan calendars atop pyramids
Mystical beasts with goat-like horns

Gods that ruled the elements
Earth, Wind, Fire, Water, too
Medieval contraptions for pain and suffering
That only anarchists knew

A Shepherd boy named Santiago
Braved it all around the world
In search of treasures long and far away
Leaving behind only a girl

When the sandstorms started swirling
All around him, then he knew
The crystal glasses he’d sipped tea in
Told him exactly what to do

He trekked without his flock
And continued focused as he roamed
Like Dorothy who grew up in Kansas
He learned there’s no place quite like home