I could hear her laughing
On the other side of the darkness
The echoes resonate in my ear
I float there like a carcass
Unable to produce an explanation
There's a certain sharpness
'Where's it coming from?'
I grab my ears like a harness
Pulling at it like a parachute.

I could hear her laughing
On the other side of the darkness
She takes the easy path in
Leaving me in an utter dark mess.
I could hear her laughing
The constant laughing like a kid
Wind escaping me, gasping,
She is a saucepan without a lid
Constant reverberations of laughter
Maybe she came to find her happiness
Her happily ever after.

I could hear her laughing
On the other side of the darkness
And I reciprocate with laughter
Nestling in between my parka .

I hope you find Your Happy.
the kind that makes your bones ache
and your eyes bright
and the wind into poetry.

I hope your laughter becomes the punctuation
at the end of every sentence
and
someone you love is there
to fill the gaps in conversation

I hope the Happy expands inside you
pressing from the inside out, stretching
like a balloon, until you float
above the dirt roads and grimy cities
and office chairs and phone calls

I hope the people take notice
and though they try to pull you down
you rise, and bring them up to meet you
and let them borrow some of your air
so you can float together.

I hope you come to realize
that Happy is poetic, too
and though this world is twisted, dark
there is always light somewhere
in every situation
every person
every town
if you know where to find it.

I hope you remember
that Happy is a choice
rarely easy, but always possible
and the world needs one less cynic
and one more dreamer,
and that person is you.

I hope you find Your Happy
and
I hope I find My Happy, too.

c.l.c