Reminds me of the very best
Above all the rest, my lady in a red dress
My loving rose, my heart chose,
Emotions arose, a keeper never to dispose
I suppose my soulmate, she elevates
Deeply penetrates, shall I demonstrate
She lands, sent high from the sky
I could hear her cry, walking by,
She caught my eye, soon stole my heart
Kept it locked, any intruders were blocked
Quickly stopped, two divines dropped
Sent from his celestial kingdom,
To earths sinister kingdom, place rules
Open the eyes of those fools,
Armored with heavens tools, she sets down
Her decision final, think of any objection
And your barrier disappears for rejection
She appears soft, but don't let that fool you
She can school you, stand back she's a queen
Of harmony and peace, so listen her words
Speak wisdom, love, and prosperity
She's strong, maybe physically average
But remember she carries the key
To the angel of death
That won't hesitate to take your last breathe

This is how it will be:
I will leave, because I have to
You will stay, because you can
We will talk- often enough;
exchange words, wishes
***** ideas
I will visit- more than I can afford to-
because your bed
feels more like home to me
than my entire house,
more than this town
where I go on doing
what is so cruelly called
'living'
You say you will visit
when you have the time and money.
You will never have that kind of time
or money.
We will talk, less frequently
You will keep me up to date
on your vibrant artistic endeavours
I will have mad fits of desire
brought on by a few words of yours
Time will pass.
We will talk, be frank and honest
Chat nimbly, later numbly
about meeting new people
These words will be the knives
that cut at the seams
we didn't have time
to stitch together tightly
I will clutch, then cling, then lose my grip
be dragged down
by the weight of holding you back
You will socialize and find solace
in others, face to face
and give up on what distance denied
You will let go and move on
I will wrap myself
around those few sweet,
slippery memories
of how it was.

happiness is not inherent
nor inherited,
not passed on in a dusty family scrapbook
parents can't package it for children
wish though they might
can't slip it into a card,
like so many bills equating to birthdays
can't secret it into the corner of a care package
to arrive unbidden but enjoyed no less
friends can't pass it on
like a carefully folded grade-school note
or a free drink at the favorite watering hole
work can't substitute it, not forever
faith can play-act it, but not forever
it's left up to the one
most desperately searching to find
to find if it is
and if it is, what it is
and how to hold it
so that that unhappiness might live only
as a memory of a reminder
of a life less good