I Believe In

I believe...in you

At first it was just a behavioural ploy,
Believe, and you will have to behave,
The tooth fairy always rewards a loss,
Santa will bring you all that you crave.

Believe, and you will have to behave,
In the all-seeing eye of the terrible lie,
and God, like Santa, sees all you do,
Even the flaws you devoutly deny…

In the all-seeing eye of the terrible lie,
you will learn to see truth in a dream.
The prince's bravery will rescue a maid,
A recurrent, believable, comforting theme.

You will learn to see truth in a dream,
as the yardstick for all other belief,
benevolent God, ever-loving and kind,
the anecdotal, magical slayer of grief.

As the yardstick for all other belief,
seared failure, divorce, and shed tears,
failed wife, failed believer, lost hopes,
a cynical crawl through awakening years.

Seared failure, divorce, and shed tears,
So by the time I met you, I was blind,
and the all-seeing eye glanced askance,
refusing belief in this fairytale mind…

So by the time I met you, I was blind,
yet you signed and signalled real love,
more benevolent, always, than God,
angrily judging his flock from above.

Yet you signed and signalled real love,
and slowly I changed to truly believe,
in the knight riding high on the horse,
And the kindnesses patience can weave.

And slowly I changed to truly believe,
that all I once dreamed of was true,
so yes, I trust wholly in actual magic,
and believe in the wholeness of you.