as the heavens are sucking light <br />as the moon still hangs glistening over the river <br />happiness comes slowly <br />on tired feet <br /> <br />such is her gaiety for a moment <br />fame and money, ambition and sickness, even lust, <br />do not mingle into this <br /> <br />happiness and joys <br />unexpectedly they arrive <br />and they go hand in hand beyond <br />exactly, any dawn discussion <br />goes beyond what we <br />mention<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/joys/
