I wish you well.
I wish you tonight, in a life
under skies full of sharp, shooting stars
in a garden of dark, smelling deeply
And without any thought
in your mind for a wish, or
for what it all means - far as wishes go,
this: with a dream of what's coming,
Awake to what is.
Not to what it all means, putting whys
to what's wrong, setting all whats to rights -
for whatever it's worth in this garden,
tonight, there is peace here on earth.
except only my soul,