Happiness

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Happiness

 

Happiness is a fleeting mist
It’s never with me long,
But its hesitant pulse,
Its arrhythmic throb,
Carry my life along.

Its waves can break on distant shores,
Too far away to matter,
But when they crash
On my foreshore,
Then my worries scatter.

Then my spirits rise to fly,
To join that celestial choir,
To reach for joy,
To realise
All that I desire.

 

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New Year – A Two Word Tale – #8

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New year
Cold night
Snow falls
All white

Hot fire
Scots pine
Church choir
Mulled wine

Bright hearth
Warm heart
First foot
New start

 

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My ‘Two Word’ Verses

Number eight  in my series of short verses 

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The Torch I Carry

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‘The Depths Of The Sea’ (The Lure Of The Sirens’) … Sir Edward Coley Burne-Jones (1881)

THE TORCH I CARRY

I carry a torch for the ocean,
In her relentless swell I am held;
My light will see me to the foreshore
Where vast wave and mild ripple meld.

For though my love’s unrequited,
As I walk on the shore by the sea,
The sight and the sound of her motion
Bring solace and hope back to me.

For when I watch her crescendo
Its beauty and force I admire;
The sigh and the roar of her surges
Are those of a celestial choir.

My heart is in thrall to her passion,
Her awesome breakers I ride;
White horses call me ever forward
To meet the turn of the tide.

And when she is still as a millpond
My senses respond in repose;
My life consummates in devotion,
All yearning brought to a close.

Yes, the lure of the Siren defeats me;
I am snared by her destructive song.

I have given my all to her beauty;
Now only to her I belong.

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