Happiness to me, is sleep without dreams,
It's to lie lost to all and to the world
It's my internal alarm ringing on time
It's awakening refreshed and strong
Happiness to me, is the hottest cup of coffee
It's Columbian like no other that awakens my spirit.
It's my eyes opening quickly, to a new day
It's that burst of energy running through me.
Happiness to me, is an early morning sky
It's faces of presidents floating low.
It's the first golden rays, peeking through the trees.
It's the first song of the Mockingbird.
Happiness to me is a gentle southern wind
It's the rustling of thousands of leaves
It's the gentle cry of wind chimes in the morn
It's doves getting their first drink of the day.
Happiness to me, are two Irish eyes that beckon to me
It's her gentle hand on my face and hair
It's her smile, it is her enchanting laughter
It's just having her near me, this is happiness.
5/3/14 Alton Texas
Fantastic writing Juan, vivdand tenderly sweet, so natural and true. Always you signature style, smooth and perfect word choice.
Happiness motivates mind in all contexts of life. Being in hope and walking in rain we perceive great happiness. An excellent poem is shared...10
All those lovely things should mean happiness to everybody. That last verse is the frosting on a beautiful cake, Juan
A Lovely poem with a beautiful lilt! Well done. Read mine - O Dearest Love - Adeline
Exquisite, as enchantingly beautiful as the birth of a radiant new day, with the juxtaposition of clear concise fresh yet startlingly simple images, which warm the heart with a wonderful insight into the world of Juan Olivarez.10+++
Beautiful Juan, you are both so lucky to have each other and to know such happiness, which sadly for me is lost forever. A lovely write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nicely written poem with a beautiful last verse! Well done again Juan!