Happy birthday Linnet.

Upon this day, where sun and ink align,

A guiding star was born, whose steady beam

Lit labyrinths of language, line by line,

And steered my soul across the endless stream.

Your voice, a river murmuring with lore,

Awoke the quiet verses in my veins;

Each word a seed you sowed, then so much more—

A root, a branch, a thought that breaks its chains.

You breathed in paper clouds and gave them flight,

Your eyes, twin lanterns on the path of prose;

A midwife to my muse, who lent me sight,

To birth the dreams I dared not to compose.

So may your birthday unfold in endless rhyme,

For you are the architect of written time.

© Bunguswa ™