C as in Princess of Cups

Water fairy on an island stranded,
licking her wounds she softly sings
her song with which creation begins:
'AUM, I dance my dream, my fantasy!'

Frail paths appear across the ocean blue,
oh! I think, will I not slip and fall?
This is not for the faint-hearted, at all.
Help me, do, my Master of the Universe!

Gifts unclaimed I hide, and sorrow deep,
but up blows the island in one fine blast!
Time to come true now, at last:
Look at my fearfully pulsing heart!

Cancer boy, will you meet me halfways?
I stay in line, you own me not.
It is not I who wrote this plot.
AUM, we dance our dream, my fantasy ...