When wishes come alive,

there is that quiet time,

the silence we know well,

when bargaining comes 

to light inside a yearning

soul caught up in a now. 

Would rather the affect

of a sullen afternoon be rare.

It is when our heart and soul

is asked to be aware.

Our lives are made of mystery,

the truth, a simple odyssey.

Oh, to maybe go forth in legacy,

for love is waiting, always is love.