Happiness Is Still Out There
At the very edge of Winter Lonileness ,
Where rain and fire blend On a late afternoon sky,
The sun shifts beyond the line of a grey horizon,
Last dying embers tick the vacant hours
Between the" You " and I,
Because- It Was Always You...
The four winds blow behind past shadows,
On a night that's dark and cold ,
But distant stars like white moon- roses
bend and reach down for my soul;
They twinkle softly in the air,
like a blanket upon my skin
like a shawl over my hair.
Blinking...Playing so hard to forget
Happiness is still out there.
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