happiness is not a person
happiness is not a person
but when the moon floats
like liquid copper
in your eyes
forgive me
if I forget
happiness is not a place
but when my feet slip
on the rocky path
to your heart
forgive me
if I forget
happiness is not a person
but when I drift
like a lost leaf
onto your shoulder
forgive me
if I forget
but when the moon floats
like liquid copper
in your eyes
forgive me
if I forget
happiness is not a place
but when my feet slip
on the rocky path
to your heart
forgive me
if I forget
happiness is not a person
but when I drift
like a lost leaf
onto your shoulder
forgive me
if I forget
posted by Yes at 5:16 PM
9 Comments:
Oh, Firebird. This poem can be read a couple different ways, I guess, but the way I'm reading it today brings tears to my eyes. The way I'm reading it today echoes some feelings familiar to me.
And... it's good to see you back. You were missed and wondered about.
But it is a person, or at least that person is a part of the equation.
I'm so touched that you missed me--I honestly didn't realize how long it had been...
Was distracted by much emotional upheaval and sleep deprivation that made it hard to write--
I'm sure we've all been there...
mb, I suspect you see in the poem the feelings I put in...yes, there are so many alternate meanings.
mermaid, what you say is so true, of course...but so elusive!
(((Firebird)))
I'm so sorry to hear that. I have been there. I am grateful that you are at least able to write again. I know for me that helps and I hope it will for you.
xo
mb--thanks so much for your kind words and concern--
I am feeling much better, and life is looking up! (although still crazy) Thanks for being a friend...
I love this poem, firebird... story of my life...
warm thoughts for you.
firebird, this poem so wonderfully echoes my own deeply felt emotions today... your words so wonderfully remind me that clinging to another for our happiness is futile. there is a much grander source of love and happiness, yet it also cannot be grasped at... someone wrote on one of my posts: "only that which my open hand can hold" which sums it up pretty well. maia sharp wrote a song called "something wild" ... your poem reminds me of that tune. hugs and warm wishes to you... and as always, thank you for sharing your heart through poetry here.
Thanks, gracie...I'm glad it struck a chord--and I appreciate those warm thoughts!
Oh, ooh! more warm wishes and hugs from snowsparkle--I am so blessed! I love your comment, ss--it helps me understand...
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