Happiness Hides Poem by Gulliver Gimble

In lost caves of forgotten mountains,
happiness softly hibernates.
It lay in its seasonal slumber waiting,
like a sleeping giant ready to awake.
Within these dark corners and solid walls,
everyone remains timid with fear.
Only the beckoning rays of tomorrows hope,
will relinquish such haste and distain.
There is a light that comes from deep places.
With this light brings comfort, joy and contentment.
Some eyes will miss this light,
continuing to aimlessly drift further asleep, unannounced.
It is in this time when this light appears low,
happiness will awake and smile.
The fog will clear and give way to hope,
if this is what you want the light to bring.
It is what was meant to be in these long days,
that all will suffer the loss of happiness.
No light to be found, not by the moon or the sun,
the stars above or the swelling of hearts.
No hope, no shame, no love, no gain,
and all watch as the seasons go by.
It is in the caves of lost mountains,
happiness softly hibernates.