Your birthday is
when beauty was born!
the summer blooms of white jasmines
of your laughter!
Your birthday is like so many riveting
rainbows of salt fishes with tales
ribboning with every colour known to the garden,
festooned
to the aquarium of your sheer joys,
the sheet music of your eyes,
flourishing your guitar
vining on the walls,
the
deep wood of your irises
after the rain,
the radius of beauty
in the pivotal point of mirrors,
like when you see yourself
in the clear pond,
when the splendour proliferates perpetually
between two capacities
of
transparency.
