maybe in the blanket of night,
I’ll hear the owls gift a song.
maybe in the quiet
of this deafening void, I’ll sing.
maybe I’ll toss a fistful of worry to the stars
and follow the Milky Way to the planet of Believe.
I’ll Believe in the process of seeing, feeling and knowing.
A rhythm and blues, of following my heart.
then maybe, I’ll no longer be blinded
and I’ll see it was all meant to be.