Happiness
lies just this side of heartache, As both are set aflame by one desire. Perhaps one would best never light that
fire, Pursuing pleasure purely for its own
sake. Yet joy can be as fragile as a
snowflake, Full as oceans, brutal as barbed
wire. All your love is all that you
require, The grace that inundates the granite
heartbreak. How beautiful to take on such a
burden, Entering into contract with the void, Responsible to some judgmental
stranger, 'Ere meeting, for the seedtime of its
soul! Sing, then, of a quest that gains no
guerdon, Dearer far than pleasures now
enjoyed, A journey arduous and full of danger, Yet sacred for the gift that is its
goal.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Video and Audio Music: Heart Strings. By Coyote Hearing. Music free to use at YouTube.
