Happy

Not sunny skies
Not rain
Not snow
Heat
Cold
Not your personal preference
Greeting you

It's the smile
The willingness to feel
The world as it is
No matter what

Not success
Not praise
Not togetherness
Alone time
Peace

It's the balance
One feels
Being wherever one is
At that very moment

Not outside
Not the fault of others
Not determined by the day
The list
The goals

It's the mere joy
Of living
In a world brightened
Only
By the magic of one's mind.

The Moon and I

I walk alone (or think I do)

I walk a solitary night

But then, the moon goes with me, too,

A gliding globe of silver-white.

The world is sleeping (or is dead)

The dark of shadows closes in

But moonlight fills my eyes and head

And lights my path without, within.

I fall asleep despite the moon,

Despite its sifting through my world

And dream of tasks to be done soon

While I sleep tense, my fingers curled.

I wake up feeling lost and torn

Certain that the moon is gone

The sky shows it is early morn

I see the path the sun is on.

But there it is, outlasting night

The moon, my boon companion still

Dimmer in the blue of sky

But never lost, never gone

No matter what new road I'm on

And neither she nor I know why.