Get me a half filled glass
let me drink
a free pass to happiness.

Haters have their hates
until the hate evaporates
leaving them
dried out husks of men,
women too,
they
have their hate.

it will evaporate.

Transience being the presence
and then gone
as long as we go on
we go on.

These measures that we take
to make indeed or break
are of little consequence
in the sheer eloquence
of an expanding
universe.

Closely aligned
even closer
when we bind

love and hate
what are they
a gate we open
a gate we close

She who shows me the way
shows me the light of day
and a light in the night
to steer by.