This Is Happiness...

A Poem For Lydia

I walked a path

Of trodden steps,

Where it wound

Beneath the woods.

In the dark

It was hard to see,

But I knew it too well

To falter.

 

Beneath the trees

I walked all night,

My feet finding

Safe passage,

Despite the creeping

Dark,

And the awful stirrings,

Deep in the undergrowth.

 

And then a stile,

Twisted with branches

Of creeping brambles,

Their thorns glittering

Menacingly

Through the dark,

A thousand tiny daggers

Reflecting the stars.

 

I did not cross it,

My feet instead

Leading me away

From the safety

Of the path,

Deep into the trees

Where the stirrings

Were worse.

 

And then I came to

A clearing,

Where the moon hung,

Perfect white, above.

And I could see

The stars and the planets,

Pinpricks of white fire

Burning on a sea of tar.

 

I lay back,

Body engulfed by grass,

Dew glistening on my clothes

And in my hair,

And I watched the sky,

My eyes brimming

With silver tears,

Without my knowing why.

 

And then

As a shooting star

Tore a golden trail

Across the night sky,

It hit me.

This is happiness

I realised,

And the tears fell faster.

 

Reviews

[Eira Anchor]

this isn't all that happy.

[EMP]

i think my favourite verse is the 5th and the last.

i love it. it's really, kind of, i dunno what the woooord issss, ummm, magical? happy?

i dunno but i love it :) xx

[Beatrice Mars]

I walked a path
Of trodden steps,
love it.