And at once I was `in happiness’,
I heard music; the notes flowed through me, consuming me with peace,
Every negative element was flushed out.
I hold on to it for a while, cherishing this faint moment of contentment,
I want to remember it as it is
During dark hours I will know that it exists, the warmth after the storm
One cannot be `in happiness’ all the time, but knowing it exists as love does, gives me hope.
When `in happiness’, I do not care about what I have to do, what I am supposed to be and where I am to go.
It is a state of mind where nothing matters but the feeling, with no worldly influence, a feeling in and of its self.
You’ve felt it before; it exists, as tears streamed down your face with laughter on your lips.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem