A Get-thee-quickly-well prayer... (I.O.G.D.)

May the morn dawn brightly,
with a healthy gait to your step,
and ever a worthy goal to be shortly met.

May you wear your years gently,
your fears far away swept,
and laughter never more than a heartbeat away.

May the wind never bar your way,
And streak instead to keep you safe,
and draw all the storms unto the boundless sea.

Dancing as a breeze clipped on a daffodil,

Carefree as the breeze longing for it's origins,

Indestructible as the spirit of man.

May you smile as the sun tickles the rose,
Nursing the newly-awake world on the paps of innocence.
Your path, your road awaits.

The dawn is not far removed from twillight,
Of the same stuff, in alike manner they linger or fade,
words may turn to song or poetry, prayer quickly made.

For such well-wishing constitutes love.
It is friendship, and caring, devotion, and respect,
combined I wish you well.
In every form, in every way.
At all times, come what may.

Fare you well. My dear.
Fare you well, never fear.
I shall hold you close, hold you safe,
Of dark scary shadows, you'll see no trace. (2x)