Kayfucius

A collective of thoughts, poetry, writing works, blurbs, and other randomosity

To you, beautiful manchild –

you, who sees the colors

of the souls around him.

You who senses the destiny

of the world beyond.

And you, who masters everything

he imagines;

Renaissance virtuoso,

conductor of art.

Quiet confidence in how you listen

to the rhythms of intangible energies.

You, with a child’s exuberant innocence

and the sageness of souls millenia old…

To you, who soothes all he touches,

You, full of tranquility and light.

You – so introspectively driven

you’re mistaken as shy!

Smiles that come slowly and impishly;

Eyes full of spirited intellect.

Look at you, how you’ve grown;

from boy to unfledged man –

You move with grace and love

and speak in warmth and gold.

Changing yet constant –

yearning for past’s comfort

while reaching for future’s terror

You, my son, my magical boy

full of color and gentle strength.

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