i throw a coin into the wishing well and i see a man

dressed in white who calls himself god. i ask him to set me free and he refuses. he speaks of destiny, of fate, and his voice makes lightning strike. he tells me i have sinned and disappears.

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i throw a coin into the wishing well and i see you in the

moonlight. in glowing fantasies i can love you without fear. i mean something to you. the man who calls himself god returns, and tells me to be realistic. he makes the wishing well disappear.

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i find another wishing well and i see a woman

dressed in black who calls herself god. i ask her how to

repent. she cannot answer me. she shows me the

east coast, the sunshine, she shows me a prince and disappears.

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i throw a coin into the new wishing well and i see the prince up close, biting his lip, frowning. he sees me and tells me i’m late for the wedding. i ask who’s getting married and he laughs. lightning strikes. we are, he says, and i hear wedding bells. i disappear.

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i’m transported back to the original wishing well and i see a man dressed in white who calls himself god. i tell him i am in love with you: the golden girl surrounded in sunlight, the summer haze. he laughs and speaks of sin. he disappears and leaves behind the wishing well.

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i stop throwing coins into the wishing well but i take you there, i hold your hand down the riverbank and i kiss you in the trees. i tell you i love you and stop thinking about repentance, about sin, and i start thinking about our wedding in the woodland, about peace, and glory.