Pursuit Of Happiness.......

between us are the gaps
of years
the oceans are faraway
and there are no islands
that remind us
that somewhere or
sometime
we can be connected

i only have wishes
that this body may soon rot
and another body
in place to lead me to
your haven

or that my spirit shall fly away
like a hummingbird and
look for another flower
a dwelling of my
untouched desire

you ask me if i am happy
what metaphor shall i use again
to mislead you
into a thinking that fits my
puzzling state?

a long time ago i have all the answers
a map where i must go and find my
self as treasure
as home

now i only have that sense
that it is there and yet it can never be found
or if found
i know i cannot fully understand it still

happiness is hard to spell
how can i ever pronounce it perfectly
till then?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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