Happiness comes…

…it comes unexpected and seizes me, Still!

a depth elevated, a sigh’s moment’s thrill

it cannot be fashioned or carved to be real

evolving in seconds, a lightness I feel

i know when it’s present, I want it to last

but fleeting is Happy, it comes, then, is past

to capture it, surely, is what I must do

rare vision illumined for undefined “new”

and so I won’t idle and hope it appears

but wake the AMAZING heart-conscious in Cheers.

Paula Antonello, Poetry. Copyright: Thursday, June 14, 2019.

Images: Heaven by P. Antonello.