Love and lust and torment
Lost and found and suffer
Poems are conveyers of emotion
But in happiness
There is none
There is betrayal
And lies
A mystery waiting to be solved
In the folds of a poem
Words and papers and all
But where is the sunlight?
Where are the birds and sparrows?
Cliche may it be, but happiness is scent of flowers
Bathing in summer rain
The crunch of pine needles
The sound of pencil scratching of paper
A page turn of a book
A simple good morning message
A child laughing, squealing
Someone holding your hand
A gentle kiss on your lips
A hug where one does not want to let go
It's the warmth of a fire after a day in the cold
Your favorite song blasting through speakers
A first high school dance
The first time you climbed a tree
Or rode your bike to the candy store
Eating pie or cake or long taffy treats
A new videogame
Or the realization of a new idea
Happiness is everywhere
I can see it through eyes and ears and smells
Through blushing and smiles and giggles and sighs -
- so why don't we write about it?