Happiness

A man who discovers happiness.

Happiness

If you feel happiness in the air,
Do all that happiness will allow,
For in a moment there will be despair,
And the sun behind a cloud.

A friendly word,
A warming hug,
These sentiments should not fade.
When arms are withdrawn and lips are sealed,
Love should still remain.

Many feel the sun’s rays
Lose their warmth with time.
But for a few, through rain and cloud, the sun continues to shine.

Love always wins,
Against hate, envy and sorrow.
It is the protecting guard,
Embracing what comes tomorrow.

But what if tomorrow is the end of love?
And there is a tear in the comforting glove?
You cannot dance with a cold hard stone,
Nor kiss warm red lips underground.
Something has been lost,
And it is nowhere to be found.

The scientists say that love is a feeling between minds,
And it is death that ends love’s powerful binds.
Curse death you say?
Curse yourself would be better!
Why let science, with its chains of “logic” be your constricting fetters.

And so you move on to the world of wooden crosses and priests,
Hoping that this will contain what you ardently seek,
But there are only holy prayers that do not seal the leaks.
So you move on, faithless, with a heart that is weak.

Tears come daily,
Heart ache every hour,
No pleasant smell comes from a wild flower.

Religious books are but thoughtful dreams,
Charms and necklaces are false.
Every faith has no means,
Simply around questions they waltz.

Rain and thunder keep you in,
Hateful words have repelled your kin,
The only comfort is a tattered book,
That has been through hurt as well, it looks.

The first page, a whole new world,
Trapped in pages bent and curled.
Characters that are frozen in time,
Real people in the faded lines.

The storm rages,
The pages turn,
Your mind is racing,
Of love you learn.

The book falls,
The pages scatter,
The binding breaks,
But it does not matter.

You run to the desk,
Pen in hand,
True, in your house,
But in another land,

A land of love,
A land of beasts,
A land of heroes,
And lavish feasts.

On the page,
Your love lives,
Immortality is what writing gives.
Characters? Spirits? Is everything real?
What’s real are the things you feel.

You are now among the few,
Who have found loving peace,
   
Do all that you can for you once knew,
How quickly it could cease.

Reviews

[Mary Sessions]

wonderful peice! I love the imagery and thought that you put into this poem. very good!

[Mr. Lopez]

I must say that when I was done reading this I laughed the laugh of pure joy. I am so very proud of your young and wise mind and heart that your poem braught me true joy. I can't get over the imagery and how clever you put your words together. With so many powerful stanzas ,I can't highlight them all so i will say that in whole and complete, each and every word was fantastic!

[Justin Tobey]

Well done! Wonderful imagery and feeling! : ) There are dozens of messages hidden in this beautiful piece. Great write!