The unusual nature of my present mood does

Not feel familiar,

For what is this pulse that bothers me yet soothes

The deepest cave

Within the highly uneven chambers of my

Hollow soul? The illuminant

Beauty strikes and bats at me. For the first moment in

My life, pain will not

Come along with the hard pounding in my once

Hollow chest.

What happened?

I believe

I have been touched by happiness.

Deep within these eyes that once dripped tears, I saw a

Tree shaded in a deep light.

Buried beneath these ears that once replayed

Over and over again

My cries of sorrow,

I heard the sweet lullabies of the morning songbird,

Who was dressed in a white coat of feathers.

Its voice rose above the highest human capacity,

Yet had a drowning depth

That soothed and polished even the roughest portions

Of my jagged heart.

Its head turned to and fro in a most graceful manner

That even kings would

Bow to its beauty, gaping at

What is beyond comprehension. I

Believe I have been

Touched...

By happiness.

I slowly reached out my hand and touched the green grass.

The blades ran through my

Hands that once clenched in pain, unbearable and sharp.

The grass ran through my

Hands and textured them with the feel of a feather

So smooth that it felt

As though it was composed solely of vaporized

Cotton, dry and light.

My feet remained fixed on top the almost nonexistent

Ground. My toes dug deep

Into the cool dirt that absorbed away the heat and

pressure

From my head to toe.

I slowly walked through the dove-soft emerald carpet,

Progressing toward the white tree.

Its light was bright, indeed, but not painful to my eyes,

As it was covered

With strips of silk-like leaves with a white, milky shine.

The bird sat there midst

The fog-hidden light, peacefully chirping its lullaby

And flapping its pure

wings with grace and peace. Yet what was this I saw?

Sitting on top the

Tree of Light, I saw him, and only him.

And as I gazed into his magnificent beauty,

I knew him, just as

He knew me. For the last time we met was our last

Glimpse. The boy fell off,

Landing softly in my arms, and as we lay there,

I knew, not believed, that

I had been touched

By happiness.

I shall never let go, I wish. I desire this

To remain with me, though impossible to keep.

So, I keep this hidden heart sealed in here.

Take my soul

Into your beauty.

Happiness,

You have come at last.

Keyword: Happiness at Last

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Posted by resistanceisfreedom 2008-06-21 16:45:40 .... your talent is astonishing. this was breathtaking. definitely going to put this to my favorites so i can read it over and over. + Report this comment
Posted by Xena 2008-06-21 16:53:29 im not sure i follow she died? + Report this comment
Posted by Something Indecent 2008-06-22 17:08:00 .... Nicely put. It flows beautifully. + Report this comment
Posted by Pilgrim 2008-07-04 18:44:58 .... I liked the format. I believe if a poet is not going to use punctuation he should use a format similar to this. + Report this comment
Posted by chaabuk 2008-08-09 13:00:14 Soulful These verses are soulful for they portray the inner beauty. For once you have realised true love and crave for her. The longing for togetherness is portrayed well in verse. Keep it up. + Report this comment

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