If I had said God
"No!"
"I know what I want!"
And asked for my own gift
Sure of what's best
Ignoring his own
As a troubled kid
That would be tragedy
These worst of tragedies.
Even with
The hands of a Michelangelo
The keenness of a Freud
The strength of a Nietzsche
The imagination of a Gogh
It wouldn't be close
It wouldn't be enough
It would be an insult
A deranged comparison
A dwarfed delusion
To ask for the right thing
Nothing would close
To the castle
To the divinity
To the heaven
This bearded
Chaotic mysterious
Old man
Gave out of heart Drawing with his nails among the oceans.
I wouldn't have believed it
"Smile, words, light?"
But he is never wrong
It just is,
It just is
So simple
So delicate
So genuine
So true
Nothing else
Nothing more
And my world is complete
And my world just makes sense
Everything just fits together
In everything, there is light
Everything is alright
In a spark, or a river,
With the sunshine
The world turns around
Opens the window
And puts me a big smile.