in moments of languish, and slowly bokeh lights
hailing loss of sanity, and fading, waning life-
suddenly derailed momentum, in a burst of fire
that brings forth revival, in a quest for survival,
the zeal flares incandescent, burning hot-
show me the ways the universe knows not,
you breath into my soul, touch, heal, attain,
you whisper me into being, and I am alive, again!
N.B. happiness takes many forms. poetry is also one of them. poetry as tribute, and for keepsakes, is another. love, G.