Weave me like the sun beams,
touch your hair and skin.
Give me all you want,
and I will bring the truth.
The messenger within me
has to play the lute.
A tune thats everelasting,
Attune me to your too!
Forgive me if I sinned,
I did not mean no harm for you.
The gates are open,
once again,
I am coming back to you!
The Bard I am,
The Messenger.
The one who has to Play.
The one who has to make some noise
To make my Mark be felt.
I am now the Shapeshifter,
Shifting through your dreams,
and if you do forget me
I Will make you See.
The Mystical Poet 