Thy name is Destiny

She walks up the mountains to touch the moon
And paint a constellation with the blinking stars that rest on clouds
The wind caresses her hair gently
She sings a lullaby for the puerile

She dances on the tall waves that ride the stormy seas
And makes merry with the seahorse that kisses her feet
The rickety spirit bundles up under a faraway tree
She sings a swan song to ease his pain

For the rest of the night, she weaves a dream
And colours it with hues of myriad emotions
The city that sleeps now tosses and turns
She wraps the dream around the jaded mortals

At the break of the dawn, she flies high and takes the veil off sun
Then sinks to the bottom of the sea to write a new fable
The egoist rises and so does the naive
Destiny smiles and waits for the inevitable