Understanding the texture of happiness
Page by page – every image
Its strange – Noisy birds hide and silence
in leaves as the evenings fall
And shadows will walk away from me
As the sunset embraces all
My heart follows the wild sea breeze
Only to return
To thoughts of this world, of you …of me
And this is what I learn
That beauty is what must die one day
And pleasure too must pass
The wakeful trees shall sleep one day
in the arms of this lowly grass
To wish goodbye shall bring heartache
Like a bad dream that recurs
And all that I shall have of you…
These memories... words and verse
As I kiss your eyelids tonight, my dear
The least I think of tomorrow
To understand the texture of happiness
My soul must first touch sorrow
For to try and know happiness alone
alone.. I know is folly
It is but to return….
...return to melancholy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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