An year is born
And my wishes galore

I wish to be the swirl
Of a whirling dervish

I wish to be the fingers
of a classical pianist

I wish to be the
melodious wind off a flute.

I wish to be the melting glacier
of the mighty Himalayas

I wish to be the Dew on
the first day of Spring

I wish to be her unlocked hair
when she blossoms in my passion

I wish to be the sweat on her *****
after the wildfire I set is settled.

I wish to be my unfulfilled desires
For they are the best of me.