To write about happiness
is unmarked territory and
I wonder what it's like over there.
I wonder what it's like
to be in love with being alive.
Is it like entertwining my hands
with your perfect match,
is it like never letting go?
Is it like gazing into sunsets,
and not fearing when the light
hides beneath the horizon?
Is happiness like having faith?
Is it not a sad song?
Can it be sung in minor keys
and still sound like a prayer of grattitude,
can you tell me what it's like?
And do you think
i'll ever reach for my ink,
and scrawl evergreens
instead of wilting gardens,
will I write a happy song someday?