I Wish You Three

Wishing is an easy task,

Like a bird's nest on a tree,

The stretch of their wings,

First at dawn, but not the last at dusk;

But here I take the moment,

To wish you only the three.

I wish you melodies.

They live in rooms brassed with reeds,

But they go rampant as a breath,

Still so warm, as the bosom it had left.

I wish you all the four winds.

They are separate as the cardinals,

But they bring both warm & chilly breeze,

Even if the Anemoi decline, I wish they be at your seize.

But lastly I wish you something more,

I wish you something vast, something endlessly pure,

Something so heavenly, it fulfills all celestial needs.

Yes, I wish you the cosmos sketched behind your eyelids.