Do you see the skyline
Aligning smudgely along the gay Shore
Of your visible dreams?
Do you see the trio-coloured bow
Decorating the watery clouds
With tales of your coming!
Now do you see the gliding waves conniving with nature
The scent spined from the water lilies
Lulling you towards beckoning shores
Like the conquerous pirate King.
The world awaits the revelation
Corked in your being,
For the shores surely beckons
The brave to its spartaned side,
A King.
