Happiness?

Teach me to see
and only see
How love exists
Everywhere

Open my mouth,
wade in my pulse
And teach me to sing
Everything

Teach me to dive,
into her eyes
And keep on swimming
To the core of her light

Repeat the human song,
Sing “There’s a whale in me”

Teach me to be
A juniper tree
To live and die
Peacefully

I have heard it said ‘happiness is only real when it’s shared’
What a wonderful mantra for my life
Never again to worry about the objects I have accumulated
Not to fret about getting the borrowed book back
To become excited about the experiences we will have together
To not be concerned about my precious independence anymore
Or mentally calculate if I can afford a potential separation
For the memories I will make are indeed priceless
The laughter together and even the tears
The grief we will share together, a prop for our souls
Happiness was always there lurking in plain sight
But I was too complicated before to truly recognize it
I offer you to share in my life, my happiness, my future
And in return we will banish those lonely moments
For those independent, strong traits are indeed meaningless
compared to me sharing my happiness and you sharing yours
My true authentic self has just discovered joy
Spread the word!

I remember the bounce
of a bus ride into Liverpool
and a rolling ferry that made me so sick
I had to sit on his knee.

My small fingers ploughed the fields
on his potato sack face
as he kept a weather eye on the Mersey
and swamped me with his huge farm-hand hands.

I love you grandad I said, touching his cheek
beneath a gaze that drifts towards an ocean.
and there it was,
a smile that fitted perfectly into
every furrow on his face.

Happiness is a smile
On the face of a child
So brilliantly lighted
With delight
At the sight
Of her mother's love

Happiness is a look
In a lover's eyes
Looking at her beloved
Mouthing the words
I love you
From across the room

Happiness is the touch
Of a mother's hand
On the forehead
Of a beloved child
It's happiness...
Of life love and sacrifices.

 
There he goes again
Building a picturesque world
Creating the perfect reverie to escape to where he fully dives in
It’s more than a fantasy
It’s more than just a dream
It’s a flawless delusion he composes with heart and mind and pen
Without hesitation
His new infatuation
Gives him the inspiration to make a realm of love and nothing more
But the immense intense elation
Coupled with his imagination
Invokes a hollow fire that burns deep within like it never has before
…again…
How long will this happiness last?
Will his resolve be steadfast?
The pedestal he’s constructed is made of smoke and mirrors and sin
He’s in love with his illusion
There’s no foreseeable resolution
That is until their next eclipse, when it comes around, they’ll meet again