MIND

Look to the star-pricked sky, 

high moon like 

a pearl kicked onto 

the dark silk stretched from east to west.

Find yourself in

the silence that plays 

Who knew happiness

was something

to hold

A lonely palm

Happiness takes

Wraps itself

Into the embrace

Of your open self

My happiness

Holds me back

As I step into the wood

I hear nature’s song, oh so good

The song of a small bird,

he fills the world without a word

At the peak of a sweet crescendo,