Happiness
is not a tended rose
Amid the prescient beauty of a garden:
Perhaps one senses soon some gate may close;
Perhaps one senses soon the earth will harden.
Years come and go like waves upon a shore,
Violent or peaceful with the wind.
After one has given up on more,
Love waits within the heart, its faith undimmed.
Even in a passage void of light,
Nether windings black with rage and grief,
There are waters sweet with lost delight
In which one finds a long longed-for relief.
No happiness can overcome life's pain
Except one love, and love give life
again.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: Gymnopedie 1. By Erik Satie. Music free to use at YouTube.