love is a rocky shore.
calling out into the silence; faraway voices echoing.
ghosts of former warmth bring frigid desire.
the ivory waves at dawn, crashing over the horizon,
reaching for the remote lighthouse, shining rays into the ebony dusk.

salt up to her ankles, lithe limbs floating in the dark sea
overcast skies clouding lungs
petrichor-graced senses, lingering like his aftershave.
nostalgic longing tears at her heartstrings,
her psyche burning for his presence.

brooding in silence,
he stares at his hands in reminiscence;
his fate had always aligned with hers.
on the brink of shipwreck,
letting go has never been his forté

love is a rocky shore.
inhale the crisp november air,
exhale the distance from heartbeat to heartbeat.
fall for the uneven surfaces
and the tragic beauty that comes with high tide.

H-A-P-P-Y
Adjective, and pronounced as "hapē".
It is an emotion.
It looks odd just looking at the word.
How do I achieve.. this.. this thing?
How do I know I am doing it right?
How am I guaranteed that my illusions,
of this emotion are false.
I will, perhaps never know.
Maybe, I am fooled,
by all the precise definitions.
But for right now...
In these moments of darkness,
I know happiness is the hope
that swells up in my chest
,and makes my heart believe.
It fools my mind,
into believing I can.
I can.
I really can.
Maybe, Happiness is not just an emotion...
Maybe, just maybe it is a life style..
A choice?
Happiness, can be shaped to my own.
I can shape my happiness and you can shape yours.
Is that not just wonderful?
©Lily M. Sky