Joy

All I remember of joy Is what we shared along the way All temptations to annoy We suffered, and gave our best away. The doings so you were glad The givings that kept you satisfied And silence for being mad. Joy was a quiet evening by the fence The gentle laugh, the silent stare The turmoil of sleep as evidence The future fountaining unaware. All I remember of joy are quiet days Staring beachwise at sunset and horizon Evening was full of games the plays Innocent yet subtler than Jacob's hand. Joy is a soul that gives delight A beacon there in a stormy night.