Happiness breaches, bursting from the deep,
And then sounds, submerged for humdrum days,
Playing with the heart as music plays,
Passionate, peaceful, poised to laugh or weep.
Years of happiness are tidal, turning,
Having silent commerce with the moon,
Overwhelming sand and flowering dune,
Leaving with an outbound rush of yearning.
Implanted in the frozen soil of winter,
Days of celebration blossom still,
A sign of life's resilience as the will
Yields nothing to the season, dark and bitter,
Singing of happiness through good and ill.