Words of a Poet

Dreams of Happiness

Sunset, such a beautiful sight
The sun, the only light
Cuddling under a blanket to try to keep warm
Nothing every seeming out of the norm.
Are you happy? Of course…

Only smiles beaming from your face
Wouldn’t you too, like to be in this place?
Nothing else on your mind, but the joy of another
Not a care in the world… you are free
Too good to be true, this land of ecstasy.

Wake up, it’s all a dream
You can never be this happy it would seem
The sun doesn’t show through
The world is a cold blue
A dark cloud hovering
Hoping to some day break free
Free from the pain
With happinnes to gain.

When will the sun come out?
When will the rain of tears drought?
When will the smile be true?
When can I be happy, with you.

by Matthew Henrickson