wishing you

[cacian]

when life sings you a tune
with symphonies encores
you shall entertain a world
with music bound from self
you make it happen so
each note is possible
with every single tone

when wind dances with moon
along the paths of noons
you shall derive a sense
of freedom much approved
with real words of prose
that will make you a lord
with feelings worth applauds

when sillouhettes are gold
made out of sillk and waltz
they'll glow in silver molds
all over mountain cults
you shall attain a soul
in beautiful galore
to make you king of all