Beyond It All

That’s what she said to me

Giving me a gentle sleepy kiss.

“Just believe,” and she smiled.

“Believe in what?”

“Just believe.”

“Go to bed now, I believe.”

But wait, “Believe in what?”

“Oh, you know.”

“Something. Anything.

Something greater than yourself.”

“Oh, yes, I was seven once,

And I remember believing.”

“What was it you believed in?”

“I can’t remember,

But I believe in you.”

“That’s a nice thing to say.

I believe in you, too.”