Wishes*

and a child is born
not of my time
not under my tropical sky
and blessings I wish I could bestow

that I could beseech soughing spirits of the winds
that I could call upon blessed ones
in the spring of love the offspring of souls
from the realm of then for a child born of them
grant strength and wisdom of gods to this child

that by the light of morn, brightness of the dawn
to bestow the child a beauty born of love and life
all its shine to leave not darkness un-overthrown
fairness be upon his countenance
beauty shine and beauty borne

you are all those and more
angel dusts and unfurled wings
Happy Birthday, Gabe.