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
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.