To write about happiness

is unmarked territory and

I wonder what it's like over there.

I wonder what it's like

to be in love with being alive.

Is it like entertwining my hands

with your perfect match,

is it like never letting go?

Is it like gazing into sunsets,

and not fearing when the light

hides beneath the horizon?

Is happiness like having faith?

Is it not a sad song?

Can it be sung in minor keys

and still sound like a prayer of grattitude,

can you tell me what it's like?

And do you think

i'll ever reach for my ink,

and scrawl evergreens

instead of wilting gardens,

will I write a happy song someday?