My will is the tide going out.
Your words, a dragged lake found wanting.
How can we not see all this love that is free?
To be had, to behold, to be solvent.

Her wish is a world in His orbit.
A plea that is ever absorbent.
Absolving a wrong that was never not right.
In their hearts, in their homes, in this moment.

I was told an awful story.
While the whole world rejoiced a false glory.
Don’t you see it now?
Don’t stop asking how!
The answers we seek are just around the corner.
The corner of the universe.
The universe in you.
The mystery in me.
The miracle of one plus one is three.