Message To My Dearest..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

in time
we must understand
that happiness
is like a fan,

or the fingers of
the hand,
there is happiness
of the child
and there is happiness
of the man

there is one for the
wife
and for another woman,
and above all
there is happiness for
God that
surpasses them all.

my dearest
do not put me in a box
and tell me
that you shall be the
only one.


for i shall be free as
air,
as a bird, and even
as fire.
let me then fly
and hover where i like,
let me burn like fire
and extinguish
like ash or dust
back to where
i was once.