Who has strong arms that gather the warm winds,
clever fingers that weave them through your hair?

Where you look
who throws diamonds of sunlight wide across the sea
or where you sit
holds a lace parasol of living leaves above 
just as you may wish?

Whose, the enchanted path you would choose to walk?
And whose, the soft cloud playing pillow for your dream?

Creatures left over from myth
tiny upon the earth, all these powers lost,
wince for a moment
but find the gifts still evident somehow.

And to see your smile beautiful
and your eyes loving-
who could ask for more?