Happiness is like a sun
Adrift amidst high clouds:
Pouring through like liquid gold;
Playing coy, shy peek-a-boo;
Yielding to despair.
The warmth and light are never done,
Enduring behind shrouds
Now draped across it, fold on fold,
Then unveiling cerulean blue
High up, where all is fair.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Video and Audio Music: Love Letters. By Aaron Kenny. Music free to use at YouTube.