And he so nonchalantly calm
Conspires to convey
Direction of his true heart's bliss
Epiphanies at play

With words, with wits, he conjures worlds
Waving wanton wand
Infuses eyes with magic
World not seen as planned

He dedicates his carolling
To the spirits, the divine
He prays to mercy, love and peace
In every luscious line

O Beauty, devotee of bliss
Tell me how you see like this