Happiness,
What is it?
A fleeting moment of joy,
Your hands cannot grasp it,
And its form clings to you for a while,
It is not much of an emotion,
It stays and lives a feeling that soon passes.
What say i of dreams?
They are our thoughts,
Desires held prison by our minds,
They too are fleeting,
And often forgotten,
As long as your eyes remain closed,
Your dream has come true,
As soon as your eyes are open,
And you lie wide awake,
It has passed,It is gone.
What of the memories?
Of happiness?
Of dreams?
The key to perpetuating them,
Is to remember,
Memories are the constant flaming torch,
Of the things that brought you happiness,
Of your pending dreams,
If you keep the memories in your heart,
And stay thankful that you were blessed,
Yes,blessed,
With happiness,
And many a chance to dream,
Then you are truly happy,
And your dream?
Your dream lives in your smile . . .
2 comments:
I love the string of thoughts, the eloquence, the philosophy, the beautiful beautiful diction...
and after I have written this I feel like I have wronged your poem for I have described it - I have belittled it!!!
Princely,no need to say that. I spoke my heart and reached into yours. You are justified.
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