The Oracle of the little dancer in a Christmas ball

May the Holy grandfather wake up my mind
with the gentle whistle of the sunrise;

May the Holy grandfather caress my hair
with the calm storm
wuthering in eagles of fireworks
from the giant river of love in tears;

May the Holy grandfather feed me
with the eternal cream of birth,
with the undying death of the sun
over the thalamus of the horizon

May the Holy grandfather show me how
to twist my eyebrows,
acting like William at the Globe,
and paint the perfect curve,
turned on a lathe in the rainbow;

May the Holy grandfather tingle my time
with the vivid bells of the rain,
crying over the smiling emerald
of the hills of Suburbia

I swear
I will,
I finally will
Let my heartbeat
match the beat
of the Universe

I swear
I will,
I finally will
Let it be my inspiration.

[thank you little dancer in a Christmas ball]