I hope my love and yours will intersect
Crossing an ocean of neglect
Illuminating with a spark
The path for the poor sailor’s ark
I hope the songs I sing
Will have the rhythm that you need
To either lull your sleep
If you are tired
Or to shake your feet
if you are ready for a lively beat.
I hope that if I happen to be sitting close to you
You will reach to touch my hands
And lift them and the moment
To the level that pure joy intends .
So much I wish with hope:
You live in love
And you give thanks
For Little moments that make up your life
That you give your helping hands to children
Strangers and your friends
And give your ears
To the small voices
Of the folk
Who spin your world
