I can change trees from green to flakes of a fire

I can order fortunes with no whispers

I can move planets in tribal dances of virgin placements imbedded within other’s views and temples made of sand

I can build monuments out of memories from recent fallen heroes within this very book

I can pursue dreams of my ancestors before me
I hear their echoes in the corners of my walls

I can fall in love when no love is there to offer

I can smile to provide hope to those who have searched through trenches to find it

I can welcome hands of friends when mine have become too numb to hold much longer

With every I can, my chant only yearns to ring in your ears

That we are a universe of abilities

When you make your move, will your path be a reminder of your achievements and strength?

Or of loss or regret?