Happiness is the obnoxious cousin of Joy. And her not coming around often is a blessing, not a curse.

Desire is a known trait
To all
  The rich
  The poor
  The sick
  The weak

No matter where you stand
Or sit
Or wish
  We all seek

This tall ivory tower itself
Would will itself to fall
If it understood and heard
The winds of all thoughts
Rushing here around

We were meant to be stone
Meant to be (in our oneness thoughts)
Alone

Seeing is not see
When
You pass me by and in wonderings if
We the other, remember each
As clearly as a birthday bright
As cool externally as moonless nights
I say
No more to try and persuade
My cause to alter that of your own mind
Instead I sip
Juat as you know I wish
For more than this

Because, I cannot help it
My subconscious is attracted to your subconscious

And that is why I wish

Rest is neither for the living nor the dead
No, rest is a response
To both the condition known as life and death
Rest is something entirely different
And neccessary, and comforting, and terrifying
This
Such rest is not always best
But needed nonetheless
We rest
In each other, away from each other, with each other

All the best