The Blue, Blue Sky

When the sky is blue,

Our fears are lost

In a sea of endless

Happiness,

Patchworked

By the clouds

Soft and puffy,

Heavy and dominating,

The moments of our lives

That float by,

Or come in a sudden squall…

Sparking

And crackling,

Thundering across the

Great blue—

Anger burns

Deep within,

Sadness drills

A hole below

To where the darkness lurks

Waiting for that chance

To pull through

And steal away the blue,

Blue sky.

But always there is that

Endless blue

Unafraid

Of what the dark

Can bring.

Because it is always waiting,

In the form of a smile,

Open arms,

And gently floating clouds,

Waiting to come back.

Waiting to watch us

From above,

And be there,

With the sun shining

When our worries have faded

Even if

Only temporarily—

We are not alone

Under the blue,

Blue sky,

Just close your eyes,

Because happiness is waiting.

This Small World.

This small world,

Turns slowly round,

With one satellite,

In eternal orbit,

Following this world,

As it dances around the sun.

 

This small house,

Is the centre of the world,

With one room to sleep,

One room to eat,

And one room to lounge,

It is empty,

Only full when the summer comes round.

 

There is a small life,

Just born in the middle of the night,

Crying for some love,

Crying for some milk,

It is the symbol of life,

The happiness of a mum and a dad,

The miracle of a lifetime,

Don’t ever let it go.

Quote #139

William JamesFrom William James…

“Action may not always bring happiness, but there is no happiness without action. ” 

Funny how things work, since after all, the day I posted this quote from William James, another blogger friend of mine happened to post something along the same lines! I love coincidences as much as I love his poem, so please check it out!

From Serenades of a Dreamer…

“You Happened” 

http://alisohani.wordpress.com/2013/10/07/you-happened/

Quote #138

Albert CamusFrom Albert Camus…

“You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.”

In a Well of Darkness, I Fly.

I’m in an endless hole,

Deep dark in the darkness,

I’m terrified,

I’m terrified,

Unsure of the long days to come,

Waiting,

Watching,

As the sun peaks over the opening,

Glowing,

Bright,

Burning my sight,

And I wait,

For its hot touch,

Bright shining rays,

To touch me,

In this deep dark hole,

And it reaches towards me,

Its fingers creeping across the endless space,

Coming towards me,

Like a toddler beginning to walk,

Almost succeeding,

Almost touching…

Then fades,

Pulled back by its mother,

To walk in another direction,

Passing over my dark and endless pit of despair,

I find myself,

Living again,

In a hole growing endlessly deeper,

Dragging me down,

Eating me up,

One inch of skin at a time,

Until only my mind,

Is left sane and clear,

Hoping, waiting,

Endlessly despairing,

For the hands of the sun to reach,

Yet never reaching,

The space between us,

Endlessly growing,

Until I am no more,

Than a shadow of who I was,

A shell of someone who had too much hope,

And not enough power,

A shell waiting for that moment to shatter,

Into the dust,

From which a new bird can be born,

Glowing and bright,

Rejuvenated,

Ready to spread the long-awaited wings,

To fly towards a future,

That comes from the pain and despair of the past,

To no longer live,

In that endless hole of hopeless,

But to fly towards the future with the wings,

Of the hope from the well of the past,

From thyself, and from the soul,

Of my own expectations,

I reach out, and touch,

Those tendrils of light,

Mingle with my own,

And together I fly.

Through the Summer Rain, I Finally See You.

 

I feel the summer rain, cascading all around me.  The steam rises from the concrete, sizzling, dehydrating, rehydrating, existing as a wall between you and I.  I see you for the first time.  You are standing, watching, waiting for me, hand forward longingly.  We are worlds apart, separated, until I too leave the rain behind.