Poem: Happy

Happiness is coming to me.

It is a joy that I never felt.

The love that one brings can make the moon cry.

Tears pour like the rain on Mondays.

You know it’s coming, but not when it will hit.

The sorrow that came down yesterday is no longer filled in your soul.

You are free and now you can start to breath.

That is until the dusk hit, and nightfall starts running down.

The happiness is no longer.

The sad and darkness that was gone is now ever more present.

The sun is not shinning, and the moon is glowing.

Happiness is what you had, but it is not what you have.

Will that feeling ever come back?

Will the love that blew and grow start showering again?

Time will tell.

At least for once you can say you were happy.